Spooks.

Spook in the night,
You jump and you run,
But will just follow you
Coz it's having fun

Spook in the dark
With feet fast and quiet
But it's voice is so different,
Sounds like a riot.

Spook of the night,
With mind wild and free,
You never would guess,
That that Spook was...

ME!

The End

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