Phantoms of the Moor...

In the mists of the midnight Moor
Are things you don't want to see
They follow you right to your door
I know, they've followed me

I've seen the Hound of the Baskerville
Eyes glowing and all red
It takes all of my trembling will
To come out from beneath my bed

There's ghosts of ladies all in white
Werewolves and vampires too
The mists are hiding all kinds of fright
Believe me, it's all true

Flickering candles borne by witches
Accompanied by cats
They'll curse you with a thousand itches
I know you don't want that

So stay off the Moor during the night
Especially in the mists
Unless you fancy having a fright
Or a vampire's kiss