As the day turns to night

And you turn out the light

Preparing to slumber

There’s a guest who abides

 

His name is Bartholomew

And in your house, he hides

 

He likes the dark spaces

Where no one dares look

The attic, crawl spaces

Under furniture, in nooks

 

You’ll never find him

He’s too good, you see

At hiding and sneaking

Happily watching you be

He’s watching you sleeping

He’s watching you lay

He’s quietly creeping

Towards you each day

 

1 step

              2 steps

                             3 steps

                                           FOUR

Can you feel him getting closer?

He’s standing at your door.

Snatching moments alone in your house

Whilst moving around

He’s as quiet as a mouse

Looking for treasures

Possessions to keep…

 

…a teacup

…a trinket

…some panties (shhh…it’s a secret)

…a hairbrush

…a toothbrush

 

What next? Let us see!

Why, a lock of your hair

Snipped away in your sleep

He’s watching you sleeping

He’s watching you lay

He’s quietly creeping

Towards you each day

 

1 step

              2 steps

                             3 steps

                                           FOUR

Can you feel him getting closer?

Snip, snipping some more.

 

The excitement is fading

The more that he takes

The greater the risks

The more that he makes

 

Until one day he finds

It’s impossible to hold back

He cannot refrain, gain composure or tact

 

He leans over you sleeping

He’s stroking your skin

Quietly contemplating

Just where to begin

He’s watching you sleeping

He’s watching you lay

He’s quietly creeping

Towards you each day

 

1 step

              2 steps

                             3 steps

                                           FOUR

Can you feel him getting closer?

Looking upon you with abhor.

 

As day turns to night

For your final time

He’s prepared all his toys

He’s got them in line…

 

…A shiny knife

              …A razor blade

                             …A panty gag

                                           …A garden spade

 

One heavy hammer and an adaptable drill

He’s oh so inventive when it comes to the kill

He’s watching you sleeping

He’s watching you lay

He’s quietly creeping

Towards you each day

1 cut

              2 cuts

                             3 cuts

                                           SLICE

Can you feel him getting closer?

He’s on you, he’s in you…

…he’s saying goodnight.