BANG..CRASH..WALLOP!!!

Those things that go bump in the middle of the night like when that dustbin lid blows off and gives us a fright, or the neighbours Tom cat’s “MEOWING” with all his might as he sees a shadowy mahoosive mouse’s sight

So we lie wide awake from it all amidst one’s sleepless agonising appall,  as our imagination rises from the fall making us so scared and our skin’s crawl
We are too frightened to take a glance incase of ghostly happenstance when ghouls and goblins prowl and prance betwixt an illusion of troubled trance

One’s phenomena’s of fool’s paradise, when you are on the alert and as cold as ice, whilst your face is the colour of ashen white so your driven mad midst the fading light
Thumping, bumping, banging and clashing... 
Howling, yowling, wailing and thrashing...
BANG.. CRASH..WALLOP!!!.. you hide under the sheets from the sound of broken silence outside in the streets