Are you afraid of the dark? Afraid of what lurks behind the door?
Afraid of what the doctor might say?
Does that stranger make you afraid?
The Boogeyman has nothing on me.
I eat the monster in the closet for breakfast
and still hunt in the pantry to see what's there.
I make Stephen King cry like a baby
and Neil Gaimen tremble--
they both come back for more.
I'm the difference between a settling house
and phantom footsteps in the hall.
I'm the almost heard whisper and
the barely glanced shadow.
I'm Imagination.
I wander sometimes, but
don't leave me to my own devices.
I'm what makes you truly afraid.
