There’s something quite frightening

About things that go bump in the night

They send a shiver down your spine

And fill your whole body with fright

Your face goes pale as a tombstone

Hairs rise up and down your arm

Mommy says “They’re in your head”

But you know they can do real harm

Bristling spines and enormous eyes

Needle teeth in snarling maws

Bellies grumbling with appetite

Ghostly fingers with razor sharp claws

You see them round most every corner

In the closet, in the deep, dark hall

Yet I know one to be feared the most

To be petrified of over all

The dreadful fiend creeps in as you wake

With nary a scream or shout

It curls up in your mind to sleep

The most terrible monster: doubt