| The night I strayed |
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So, by request, I dug another ancient poem out from my high school days. Warn you ahead of time, I was a little twisted back then (still am).
The night I strayed
I had stayed up late that night
Babysitting the bosses kid.
I finally got him off to bed,
But warned him of what there hid.
I told him of frightful things that would happen
If he did not lay down his head.
I told him if he stayed up to late,
He would fall to the monster under the bed.
So he finally went to sleep,
And his parents returned from the bar.
I collected my fee, bid them good night,
And headed home in my rusty old car.
I had no worries in my mind
As I went home and straight to my bed.
I smiled at the thought of my false story,
But did not know what lay ahead.
It was nearing two a.m.
When I finally started to drift off.
Then, from under the bed,
I heard a hidiou, laughing cough.
My eyes snapped open instantly,
But before I knew the harm,
A massive clawed hand tore through the bed
Talons ripping in to my left arm.
I came to my feet,
Escaping the dreaded evil bed.
Then something whipped around my neck,
And I knew instantly I would be dead.
As I fell over backwards
And my body hit the floor,
I saw the beast that attacked me
As it moved between me and the door.
Red eyes glowing bright,
Body scaled in shiny black,
Drool dripped from it's fanged mouth,
And razor spikes glinted on its back.
Then it lunged, tearing into me,
Like a possesed rabbit dog.
Moving as fast as quicksilver,
Through a thin mist or light fog.
Within seconds it was over,
My body shreaded across the floor.
Blood on the carpet and walls,
My head propped against the door.
It was then that I realized
As my spirit floated away,
The monster under the bed does exsist,
And now he waits for you to stray.
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Posted by spiritualcoma on 2008-05-08 22:24:41 | Rating: | Views: 50
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