Who’s that knocking at my door,

Moving silently across the floor.

Who’s that lurking in my hall,

Tapping lightly at my wall.

Who’s that hiding in my shed,

Is it something scary, something dead?

Who’s that rustling in the dark,

Something caused my dog to bark.

Who’s that crawling up the tree,

peeking in and watching me.

Who’s that in the blackness deep,

Towards my house I hear it creep.

Who’s that calling on the phone,

Looking in when I’m all alone.

Who’s that giving me a fright,

Scaring me so late at night.

Who’s that in my bathroom mirror,

Shadows growing, drawing nearer.

Who’s that crawling up my stair,

I want to look but do not dare.

Who’s that turning the handle round,

Opening my door without a sound.

Who’s that playing with my toys,

They move around without a noise.

Who’s that in my attic room,

Rocking and rattling in the gloom.

Who’s that laughing in my chair,

It rocks and rocks but no-one’s there.

Who’s that creeping in my window,

I hide my head under my pillow.

Who’s that whispering in my ear,

My heart beats with tremendous fear.

Who’s that tugging at my bed,

or is that all inside my head?

Who’s that when no-one is there,

And something lightly touched my hair.

And something brushed against my face,

and on my cheek I felt it place,

A horrid slimy cold dead kiss..

Who’s that saying “Who is this?”