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It's 3:00 am, somethings not right
I turn on the TV
To cast some light
Nothing is there

I turn off the TV
And I lie on my bed
In the darkness
Full of dread

A hooded figure suddenly emerges
It's face as black as night
It's sulphuric breath flows upon my face
It has me in it's sight

I lie on my bed cringing in fear
Trying hard not to scream
I turn on the TV again
But nothing is there

I lie back down in the darkness
Thinking it was my own imagination
Suddenly it reappears

It can't be a dream
I say to myself over and over
This hooded figure stares at me
For a very long time

It waves it's hand over my body
And repeats the same movement again

Why is it here in my room
Why does it want me so bad
Is there something wrong with me
Or does it want my soul
To hold

To take to the underworld
And torture me til I'm worthless
This hooded figure then walks away
Dissapering into the walls of dissray

I'll never forget that night
When this hooded figure gave me such a fright
Just remmember always, leave on the light.