 You startled awake from a deep and dark sleep, to a bump in the night and a shrill and sharp shriek. Down the hall from the ground came a creaking sound like a wobbling hobgoblin hobbling around. The nemon from a groan that turned into a growl. What was this? A predator out on the prowl? Was it a werewolf? The howl was so right, a vile vicious vampire begging to bite, a zombie, a ghost, a witch with a spell, a deep and dark demon ascending from hell? It wasn't these monsters you hear but can't see, but much worse was the sound that you fear. It was me. It was me, can't you see, I had stubbed my two feet like a trick. I had slipped when I tripped on a treat. Some sneaky trick-treaters left candy around in the dark I can't see and I fell to the ground. It hurt my two feet and it so hurt my pride that I went from a jackal straight into a hide. In rage with such anger I stumbled around, just fighting to get myself up from the ground. So I growled and I roared, waking you from your bed. Such ways you could say I could raise the dead. So it's clear, now you hear what sent you such a fright, but don't fear it was I that went bump in the night.