It is real

It Is Real

I know it's beneath my bed
I hear it's breath slow and steady
I hear it's heart a light thump thump
I smell it's sweat putrid and strong

It waits all night beneath my bed
Just waiting for me to lean over and lower my head
I will not look for I know it's not been fed
It won't be sated till I am dead

I've told my mother and she said go back to bed
I've told my father who looked then said
"My dear sweet child it's just in your head."
Then he sent me back to bed.

So here I sit upon my bed holding the covers over my head
Maybe father's right and there is nothing to fear
I should really look and see that all is clear
So I lean down and lower my head thinking father is right and there is nothing to fear

I feel a tug and begin to scream
I know now this was not a dream
My parents run into my room
And as they see It drag me into the dark
My final squeal is "IT IS REAL!"