Knock, knock. Who's there? Euphemism. Euphemism who? You. for this misery? For those who mow the lawns of targets but unintentional it is called the double tap A mishap perhaps by those who tap tap tap dance on the unmarked graves of children and the uncleared rubble of decency So no probably not, when a double is so nice you do it thrice All the while parents tell their kids there are no monsters under the bed or in the closet while they sleep A lie, surely which contains one truth - the monsters aren't under the bed or in the closet But willed from dreams made into a nightmare there is no waking up from A recurring one, in which the beds and closets are gone yet the monsters remain even if 18,000 children can no longer fear them