Brave Girl

I am a brave girl,
But not as brave as you think.
When the darkness surrounds me,
I simply start to shrink.

All of the shadows move around,
When there is silence in the house.
Then the handle starts going up and down,
And that noise is it the door or just a mouse.

Is there a vampire in the corridor?
WHAT is that awful sound?
Is it just my eyes?
Or are there really monsters all around?

When I close my eyes,
All of the stuff still stay.
I think they are hunting me,
Can’t they simply go away?

I tell myself each night to be brave,
Because monsters don’t have a score.
Then bang the darkness said,
“There is a zombie eating brains by the door”.