Quietly trying on my costume

What’s that sound? Is everyone asleep?
I thought I saw it near the window
Check the closet and the hallway
There it is again it’s not my imagination

That type of ghost will only try and scare you
Do not listen to them no matter what they tell you
Turn on your lights and stay awake if you can
After all it is your dreams which you are running from

No need to sound the alarm
Awake the village or alert the guards
The apples are turning rotten from within
Souls decaying from anxieties and fears

Cry as quietly as you can
It hurts the same if no one knows
Than if they did and did not care
Keep trying to not let it show

No need to sound the alarm
Awake the village or alert the guards
Nothing will go wrong at tomorrow’s
Parade across town square