Monsters

Heart rate increased, my body all tensed
Wrapped in the darkness of my room, finger ready to squeeze my defense
The scratching within the walls has returned
The heavy breathing and laughter causes my thoughts to churn

Who or what could be in the walls or waiting under my bed
Waiting for me to fall asleep while scratching inside of my head
Could it be an ancient evil Pharaoh preserved as a mummy
Brought back to life to drag others to their death by a power seeking dummy

Could it be about an ancient coin with mystical magic
Or the replacing of his servants that were buried with him, dying tragic
This thought was pushed out because mummies moan instead of laugh
So maybe it’s Frankenstein’s monster returning for it’s better half

I could feel it’s hunger for parts that it yet needs
The desire to attack and create a corpse with nothing but greed
To rip through my mattress, through my back, and into my chest
Breathing with my lungs, ripping out my heart giving it a rest

But the blood leaking out of my back makes me think of Dracula
My fear flared up with the urgency and intensity of a facula
Paralyzed, nailed in place, I could feel the darkness closing in, breathing in my face
I felt my heart and breathing stop as Dracula opened his mouth wider for a taste

The scratching returned telling me this couldn’t be the case, vampires uses smoke
With this revelation I remembered the bite mark and how it would glow
He claimed that he was attacked by a wolf that ran on two instead of four
He took to attacking and mangling when there was a full moon outdoors

But there was no full moon and I could hear movement under my bed
There was something crawling around under there and it wasn’t in my head
Pistol grip squeezed tightly as I thought of Jason and Freddy coming to slash and slay
But then a doll jumped onto my bed saying, “hi I’m Chucky wanna play"