I am the one that makes bumps in the night,
the one responsible for giving you a fright.
I am the one that everyone fears,
the one who sneaks up to your bed and whispers in your ears.
I am the one who rattles your pots and pans,
or knocks down your ornaments with invisible hands.
I walk through walls all over the place,
but unless I choose to be seen you never see my face.
I run across your roofs, and even move your chairs,
and if you hear a noise now I am coming up your stairs.
I will touch you in bed and even shake your covers,
children fear me most and often shout their mothers.
I will tap on your windows and really make your hearts thump,
or rattle your curtains a sure way to make you jump.
I am not really evil it’s just what I do,
my mission in death is to try and scare you.
I may give you nightmares that spoil your sleep,
or just slam your doors as through your home I creep.
I may touch you at supper time and make you drop your toast,
and I enjoy bringing fear as your not so friendly ghost.