Creaking Neighborhood

[Section A] [Verse] Howdy neighbor — welcome to our friendly little hollow. Where everything seems perfect... while the darkness learns your shadow. We keep our voices gentle, keep our smiles thin, Practice every pleasantry before you step within. Polite conversation, curated charm on display — Because manners keep the monsters just a little further away. [Chorus Whispered Chant] Won’t you be… please won’t you be… Won’t you be my honored guest. [Section B] [Verse] Evening gatherings at dusk beneath the Pale Oak shade, Warm cider, soft chatter, every gesture safely made. We talk of peace and friendship, of living without fear, While something in the branches draws a little closer near. A figure in the treeline, a footstep out of sync — But we don’t break composure, we don’t dare to blink. [Chorus Whispered Chant] Won’t you be… please won’t you be… Won’t you be my welcomed victim. [Guitar Solo instrumental] under Pale Oak roots lies a resin heart that glows, A cosmic pulse of timber where the ancient power flows. It feeds the Creeking’s body, gives him sight and form and will, A guardian twisted by the forest’s urge to hunt and kill. Find the resin heart and break it before he’s near — For once the Creeking marks you, you will simply disappear. [Chorus Whispered Chant] Won’t you be… please won’t you be… Won’t you be my resin echo. [Section D] [Verse 4] Some say he drags you downward, roots you screaming in the ground, Your body turning timber as the forest wraps around. Some say you’ll be his plaything, kept for games he likes to choose, A puppet made of bark and bone with joints he loves to use. Others whisper darker stories — ones we never dare repeat — That the Creeking keeps your shadow as a trophy at his feet. [Chorus Whispered Chant] Won’t you be… please won’t you be… Won’t you be my wooden plaything.