Ghosts in the attic

A shadow creeping in the night
Blacker than darkness itself
It darts in and out of sight
Concentrating on its next victim

Demons and all else may roam
And forever remain a mystery
Moving freely through the house
For the deep echoes of eternity

The child laying quiet in bed
Unmoving, he stiffly remained
His sheets pulled over his head
His energy this spirit had drained

The shadow shifted
Now over the bed
Spirits be damned
Go back to the dead

The tug of the covers
While he tried to sleep
Made him begin to cower
And he began to weep

Something about this tiny room
It gave the soul a lingering chill
And from this forsaken closet
The darkness did always spill