Under the floorboard
Don't look,
Don't look,
Under that stair.
It creaks and squeaks
but what's really there?
a body or a devil
or some evil spirit?
It's calling your name
you have to see it.
A hand stretched out
scratches your skin
and it's then that you realise
the trouble you're in
there is no escape
it pulls you to your grave
and all you can think
is that you should have been brave.
you should have ran
but the curiosity held strong
now it's time to face up
goodbye world, so long!
