I felt a chill crawl up my back
I heard a creak upon the stair
My composure had begun to crack
Under fear’s morose attack
A weird sensation in the air
I felt a chill crawl up my back
What strength of character I lack
I gnashed my teeth and tore my hair
My composure had begun to crack
My worry grew, my mood turned black
Terror held me in its snare
I felt a chill crawl up my back
Heard first a rattle, then a clack
I rose quickly from my chair
My composure had begun to crack
With fevered hands, I rushed to pack
To flee this dangerous setting where
I felt a chill crawl up my back
My composure had begun to crack