Nightfall for some is a fearful time
Where shadows loom behind every blind
All alone you hear a creak on the stairs
Rigid like a statue you imagine someone there

Or lying in bed all comfortable and warm
With mounting fear you see a man very tall
Nudging your husband, quick, please take a look
The light goes on, it's your dressing gown on a hook

Going to the cellar, to look for any wine
A chilling fear engulfs you, creeping up your spine
Your eyes spin round like cartwheels here and there
Forgetting what you came for, you rush madly for the stairs

Some people are not bothered, at least that's what they say
But if a ghost appeared, I am sure they'd faint away!