It's some what of a kid poem, but i think it fits the bill

Boo


Under the covers,
the safest place in the world,
for no monster can rip through.
My clostest door is closted tight,
And under my bed is clear as can be,
for I checked it eight times already.
Like a snail i curl up in a ball,
the covers are my shell,and they'll protect me.
I know something is out there, I can hear it breathing.
I am careful not to move
for I hear that's how they see.
But I know my nightlight will keep them away,
cause eveything evil, fears the light of day.
Starting to fall asleep it suddenly grows dark...
The light has burned out.
I try to hold back my fear and grap on tight,
because i know now,
It's going to be a long night...