WHEN HE'S WATCHING

  I left my home after it happened, I thought it 
  Was over,

   Getting as far away as was possible from that 
  Nightmare.

  Moving so many miles to a new state, a city 
  Where I might forget,

  There is no forgetting only letting go and 
  Picking up the pieces.

  A new job in a small town where quiet peace 
  And happiness await,

 It was all over just as a bad dream fades with 
 Time and should not be real.

  As I leave it all behind I now enjoy the home 
  That is different with no memory,

   I have a memory, and a bad feeling that I can 
  Not run and hide.

 While I sit here watching TV. and enjoying a 
  Warm fire, there is fear,

   An uneasiness inside that I'm being watched, 
  Chills down my spine.

  Did I think being alone would be pleasant, 
  Fooling myself again,

  I'm tired so I head off to bed but with the light
  Out there is that feeling.

  I'm afraid so I carefully peek out of the window 
  To what can't be,

   A shadow, It's not paranoia, he has found me 
   Again, he watches.

   It's real, I'm not dreaming as this monster is 
   Alive! when he's watching,

  I can feel it inside, how long will I survive, no 
  Place to hide.
        Keith Garrett

  They were always supposed to be funny, at the 
   Circus, doing tricks,

  Making children laugh, adults whom were once 
  So young,  believing.

  They wear many different expressions to hide 
  What's really inside,

  Appear do they friendly in the daylight, but in the 
  Coming days of

  October, faces of clowns in the dark, only faces in 
  the night.

   On a cool, crisp October, days before Halloween, 
  I went walking,

  A breeze in the air as it is now Fall, and the days are 
  Much shorter.

  Laughter echoed through the swaying trees, from a 
  Distance a face known to me,  

  Not like before as a child sees a clown, a quick, evil 
  Stare as he ran away.

  Left behind was something that can't be erased from 
  My mind,

   Night after night, they became more and more, just 
  one face the same.  

  Clowns in the dark whom wear not the faces of fun 
  But of their pain,

  Revenge, Clowns from all time, wreak havoc in the night, 
  no reasons why.
                  Keith Garrett

                      "THE BOO MAN"


  You were there, a dark, mysterious, figure of something,


  I woke one night and It was you I saw standing In the 
  Corner.

  No words from you but suddenly you were no longer 
  There,

  Are you there. watching as one sleeps? they dream,
  Not A dream?

  You haunt one, you haunt yet another, what do you 
  Seek,  Are you of evil?

  You seem to go from room to room, place to place, 
   With Not much of a face,
          
  What were you trying to say to me? I wonder If you 
  Take many away,

  In the attic you do hide, forgot to close it all the way, 
  Up there in the dark of night.

  They know you stare In the dark, I think you roam with 
  Laughter when no one is home,

  I wonder If you are friend or foe, do you guard or wait 
  To torment an innocent soul?

  A young boy knows you are there, seen by more than 
  Just one, you are named the boo man,

  You are quiet and not much fun, what is it you search 
   For From beyond the setting sun?

  It appears you have gone to another place, will you 
  Return  After putting  fear upon another's face,

  Where are you boo man! do you watch me as always I 
  Wonder just where you might be?

                       Keith Garrett

                  THE BAD NURSE


 She used to be around many years before, who 
  Remembers?

  Cheryl remembers, don't you? she looks different 
  now and she's back. 

  You may have been afraid of her as a child, she 
  Scared you didn't she?

  Did you lay in bed at night and wonder where she 
  was,  Was she near?

  The bad nurse has changed, once upon a time she 
  Pretended to smile,

 Acting as If she cared, today she is everywhere and 
  Ready to scare.

  She'll make her way Into your neighborhood acting 
  As though she's of good,

  Be ever so careful If she comes to your door, knock! 
  Knock!  hello once more.
  She does In home care but beware the longer she is 
  There,  the bad nurse is here,

  Watching over the weak and sick is an everyday joy  
  But not because of care.

  If she's alone with you when not another Is home, 
  Then beware of what she dares,

  The bad nurse is never done with her type of fun, 
  She'll leave you worse than before.

 You just may survive while she makes you nuts, down 
  The road to torment more souls,

  The bad nurse is much, much, worse than anything 
  You have seen before.
                             Keith Garrett

               IT HAPPENED IN AMESBURY


  Fall came, Whistling of the wind through the trees,


  Temperatures dropped as leaves floated to the ground.


  Halloween comes again to a small Eastern town,


  I lived there once as a child, the fear was not in my 
  Sight.

  Remember do I laying on my parents bed on a moonlit
  night,

  I recall a noise, something nearby, echoing in the woods,


  Scared was I as I thought I was dreaming in the night.


  Young was I but hearing a neighbor screaming nearby,


  Listening as sounds of frantic people traveled all around,


  No trace of a woman, just a shadowy figure running 
  Between the trees.

  It happened in Amesbury, Massachusetts, disappeared 
  One by one,

  Something of a monster, in the woods, never could 
  Be found.
                                               Keith Garrett