Waiting for the Bogeyman

In my yout' I was ascared of the dark.
All the cliche, closets (although I sometimes
sat in them for hours) were creepy at night.
Mirrors were very scary, especially at night.
Well, I grew out of most of that.

I thought I now knew what was real,
and what wasn't ephemeral ectoplasms sneaking
into to my shorts, crawling in my bed,
waiting round the corner.

Then I read the latest Frothing at the Mouse.

Brrrrrrrrrr, where's my night light???????