The weird night

Tossing and turning in my bed,

Remembering what my granny said.

The eerie light beaming through the creek, 

I raised my head to take a peek.

I saw a shadow weeping in the trees,

I was scared and shivered my knees.

Closing the curtain I fell on my back,

Think out loud, I heard a crack.

My heart beating fast, I went to look,

Just to find a dusty old book.

Which read the great rook,

Reading that I was shook,

That I ran back to my room.

Panting and sweating I stood behind the door,

And soon I heard footsteps on the floor.

The door opened and to my surprise,

It was my granny swatting flies.