The desperate hours

In the desperate hours when  your mind won't go to sleep and every nook and cranny casts dark shadows

When floorboards creek and radiators hum a distant echo when outside the trees are tapping on your window and things go bump in the night 

You pull the duvet high over your head for protection from the candy man

The monsters underneath the bed or hiding in the closet if you hold your breath as your blood runs cold and all of your hairs stand on end

Maybe they won't know you are there 

Better make sure your feet are covered, curl up into a ball, shut your eyes.

That's right now they can't see you

Look at the shadows on the wall, a face there in the corner stay still and silent, yea that's the best defence.

Something is watching you better grip  those covers tight.

Was that the loft hatch?

The cellar door?

Be afraid, its coming for you.