“It’ll Come For You!”

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“Tell me a
scary story, Papa,

One that won’t
let me sleep,”


child, I’ll tell you one,

That will be
dark and deep,”


“Papa, is it the one about a toe,

Where the
monster seeks revenge?”


“No, child,
this one is scarier yet,

And you’ll
be in the middle, not on the fringe,”


“Papa, tell
me true,

Is it something that happened to you?”


“Yes, my
child, once when all was locked tight,

I was
writing a story in the midst of night,

When out of
the corner of my eye,

I saw a movement, then a shape in the moonlight,

I turned but
not fast enough,

For only a
shadow remained in sight,

Then it, too,
was gone in a flash,”

“My mind is
playing tricks on me,” I said,

“I think it’s
time for me to go to bed,”


“Papa, is
that the end of the story?”


“Be patient,
my child, for there is more,

I went into
my room and closed the door,

But I could
feel , yes, feel, eyes fixed outside,

Wanting for me
to open wide the door,

And so I
did, expecting nothing but my fear,

But there
was a man standing there,

I guess he’d
been there for awhile,

Looking at
me straight on with an evil smile,”


“Papa, were
you scared, what did you do?”


“He wore a
cloak, his eyes were red,

I closed the
door, stayed awake in bed,

Waited until
the dawn’s first light,

To see if I
was alive or dead,

He was
standing in that very hall,

Now go to
sleep, if you can sleep at all,”


“Papa, I’m
scared, is this story true?

Did this
really happen to you?”


“Child, it
happened night after night,

Your mother
couldn’t take it,

mumbling about an awful fright,

Eventually it
scared her enough  and she took flight,

She’s living
in a home for those disturbed,

Claiming she’s
okay and not perturbed,

She claims
my story is quite inane,

And I’m the
one who’s really insane,

My story is
not long, but it is true,

Now go to
sleep, my child, or it’ll come for you.”




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