And that night I hopped the picket fence,
crossed the garden to the door
Where the old demented scientist
studied all those years before
And now on a dare I'm stranded there
to stay until the dawn.
With the lights all off.
And then as I search its dusty halls
for a place to lay my head,
I can feel a presence haunting
growing close with every step
And just as I find a place to hide,
then I hear something move
From the other room.