This is just a silly poem not to be take seriously

Heard a whisper in the woods last night 
Dead asleep with the sheets tucked tight 
Unclear figure with shadowy frame  
Heard it calling me by name 
Afoot i traveled and wrongly alone
Could hear the chattering of my bones
Full moon lit sky nothing to cheer
For it made the tree line just unclear
And when the whispering stopped 
Was when i felt my heart drop
A boney hand pressed on my back 
From that night on sanity i lacked