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There's a figure at the end of the dark hallway Lights flicker out, flicker on—still standing there One upstairs window lit in an empty house And a shadow crosses like it doesn't care Footsteps on the leaf path right behind me Stop when I stop, start when I dare I can feel it wrong before I see it That thick quiet right before the scream It's the moment before it happens When the air goes thin and the floor won't settle It's the moment before it happens Jack-o'-lantern on a dead porch, miles from metal No other lights, just that orange little grin Something's coming—I can taste it on my skin A child's voice calling from a room I know is empty Scarecrow in the field gets closer every look Basement door eases open after something knocks Fog eats the street, leaves porch lights and hooks Silhouettes that shouldn't move, but do Music box winding up with nobody in the room I can feel it wrong before I see it That thick quiet right before the scream It's the moment before it happens When the air goes thin and the floor won't settle It's the moment before it happens Jack-o'-lantern on a dead porch, miles from metal No other lights, just that orange little grin Something's coming—I can taste it on my skin Masked face in the glass as the power dies I don't run yet—I just hold my breath and hide Not the monster, not the chase, not the bite Just the second where I know I'm not alone tonight It's the moment before it happens When the air goes thin and the floor won't settle It's the moment before it happens Don't show me what it is—I already felt it No other lights, just that orange little grin Something's coming—I can taste it on my skin Yeah, I can taste it on my skin