The red door I see before my eyes,
Strange and privately deguised,
A knock here, a knock there,
Through the key hole I stare,
A movement I see to my demise,
Lurking from the bed with care.

I pace back and forth to think,
The words, "Come In," scrolled with ink,
It just appeared on the door,
Then I heard a creek from the floor,
My throat so dry, I needed a drink,
My heart jumped and said no more.

I tried the door knob left and right,
A sound I heard and jumped with fright,
The door unlocked and stood ajar,
I couldn't turn back I've come too far,
I pushed it open just slight,
A candle lit as bright as a star.

Shall I step into, or myself remove,
As I anticipate my nexted move,
Closer I go toward the bed,
With feelings of dread,
Frightened I dare not prove,
Of what lays ahead.

Behind me the red door shut,
Getting a terrible feeling in my gut,
I turn toward the door a person I see,
Smiling whole heartedly with glee,
He moves closer with his "strut,"
"A scary night don't you agree?"