The scythe
the claws
the hockey mask
Do I even dare to ask?
That question we've all heard once before
What is lurking behind this door?
A shriek
a moan
a sound of terror
Will I make a fatal error?
Will the raven scream Nevermore
If I open this creaking door?
The ghost
the monster
the psychopath
Will I face its ghoulish wrath?
Shall I be turned to blood and gore
When I see what's beyond this ancient door?
A breath
a heartbeat
a trembling hand
Has my hourglass run out of sand?
With my feet firmly planted upon the weak wood floor
I turn the knob and I open the door...
