Being alone is not a good time
While scary thoughts are fresh on your mind
Goosebumps are crawling all over your flesh
The hairs are all standing on the back of your neck
Afraid to look up or down the hall
Afraid to listen or you'll hear someone call
Going to the window to look outside
Is forbidden for fear of a face wanting inside
Terror builds and your throat is stricken
Calling for help you try in the kitchen
No one is there your mind is saying
But shadows and sounds with your head they are playing
Finally you manage but it hasn't been easy
To call someone over to rid of your jeebies
