Whispers of the moonlit terror

When tranquality gathers over the place,

That is when our heart starts to race.

The moonlight sings a melody in quiet,

Marking the begining of the terror in dark night.

"Oh my darling!" Here she screams,

And makes us shiver and breaks our dreams.

We hold hands tight and approach the sound,

Keeping the lamp high and find no one around.

On returning back to our room, its the footsteps we hear,

Sounding famlier, it fills us with fear.

The darkness grows the moon shines bright,

Its our story of every night.