Be careful; I might get you—no matter where you go or what you do,
I just might come for you.
You won't see me standing there.
Or hear me creeping up behind
I could creep around right now and let the paranoia plague your mind.
Run, hide, fight, or flight—to me, it's all the same
whichever method of survival—choose your favourite, come play the game.
Cower, freeze, battle, cry—here, face me, if you dare
Ghost steps beating down below, who is it? Anyone there?
A voice, a shadow, your racing heart—is something behind that tree?
A body? No, nobody knows; I'm at the door in three—
Two.
One.
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