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In the night I heard a tapping, tapping -

from under my bed a rap, rap, rapping!

I was startled, for the room was dark,

should I from my bed to the light embark?

I listened again to the rapping, rapping -

and then I heard “You’re above me napping;

You’re there -

and you hear my rapping, rapping!”

My heart was pounding, as I lay in wait!

for I knew that voice, and my limbs did shake!

I knew it, but she’s been dead these weeks,

It couldn’t be!! it couldn’t be - she speaks:

“You killed me, packed me up like this,

in this wood case, where I squirm and twist,

Where I tapped and scratched, till I made my way

to the surface of the ground, where above you lay”.

I lay there in the dark, dark room -

that seemed darker now, even damp, like tomb!!

To scared to move, or to venture away,

I pulled up the covers as I heard her say:

“I’m sliding now, from under your bed -

and reaching my hand, feel it on your head”!

That boney cold hand like the touch of the dead;

threw my heart into fits and my mind into dread!

Then the clouds moved away,

and the moon threw its light,

on her face -

as she hovered over me in the night!

Her skin was all hanging -

the bones were exposed,

Then she spoke from her mouth,

which was most decomposed!

“I have come to repay you,

to give you my case,

For tonight my dear husband,

you’ll be taking my place!!”

Then she took me and laid me

in the place that she knew;

Then she nailed the lid shut,

and quickly she strew -

Pounds and pounds of earth

on top of the case,

For surely enough,

I was taking her place!!!

THE END