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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Horror/Scary · #2240191
A horror poem
Chairs creaked
Stairs moaned
The breeze rustled the dead leaves
The stars twinkled above the cold night
Nothing alive was anywhere
Nothing in that house was what it seemed
You had been there before
You saw what happened
When the dolls came to life
When the ghosts fought back
A house where everything wants to kill you
A boy searching for treasure
He didn't know the houses secrets
He didn't see the danger he was in
Here in this house nothing makes it out alive
Here, you are the prey
How did the boy not know?
How did the boy not see,
Red blood dripping down the walls
Red blood coating the floor
It was everywhere
It was what held the old house together
His eyes wandered to the old porcelain doll
His hands grabbed her
She bared her sharp pointed teeth
She bit his hand off
Screams echoed off the walls
Screams from the little boy
Grinning. The doll was grinning
Grinning at the thought that she had hurt the boy
Hurt the boy in such a way,
Hurt the boy with such violence,
That he would never come back
That day a little boy lost his hand
And a house came alive once again
And terrorized the neighborhood for years to come
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