Welcome back
We’re the sounds
Beneath your bed
Or could it be your closet?
Could be coming through the window
We’re the owl or maybe the old floors
Making noises in the night
We’re the tree outside with branches
Brushing up against the roof
We’re the squeaking on the ground
The old wood, down the hallway
We’re the noises in your head
At night when you can’t sleep
Home alone, late at dusk
The neighbors dog or just a bug
A serial killer from the podcast
You heard at work
We’re the places your head goes
When it gets spooked
We’re the chilling cold during a storm
We’re the sound of nails against the wall
We’re in the place you hate to look
Right below you while you sleep
We’re the things you dread to see