They hide everywhere
Through every seam and tear
Hidden throughout the wailing trees
Walking and running on crunching leaves
Every howl sung by the whipping wind
Is a reflection of all they had sinned
For every full moon night is full of fright
When the ghosts of Halloween past have you in sight
Under your bed is where the boogie man will sleep
Waiting and watching until he can creep
The ghosts will follow you into your dreams
And not till next year will they scream