Bloody Fingers graze the walls,
Shrills and shreeks run through the halls,
Up behide you he will creep,
Inflicting upon you the enternal sleep
A butcher's knife held in his fingers
Among the shadow he forever lingers
As he stabs you in the heart,
From this world you do now part
Your bloody fingers gaze the wall
As your body so does fall
Of his Quest he never tires
Beware,for here comes Michael Myers