WHO SITS THERE?

Who sits on my shelf each night? Who casts shadows on my bedroom wall? I move closer. I must see what it is. The head moves. Its hood falls back. A doll’s face appears. A yellow glow in the darkness. Red eyes turn to me. Burning a hot hole right...

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Who sits on my shelf

each night?

Who casts shadows

on my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see what it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

A yellow glow

in the darkness.

Red eyes turn to me.

Burning a hole

through my heart.

 

 

SCARY

Shadows fill my room. I’m going to swoon. It looks like a woman. But not at all human. The town is scary. It’s getting hairy. Florida isn’t all fun. Not a walk in the hot sun. THE DEAD GAME http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

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Shadows fill my room.

I’m going to swoon.

It looks like a woman.

But not at all human.

The town is scary.

It’s getting hairy.

Florida isn’t all fun.

Not a walk in the hot sun.

THE DEAD GAME

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TIME TO PLAY

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

 

What do I see at night

when I wake from sleep?

A puppet coming alive,

on the shelf in my room.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins around.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one to pulls its strings.

Until it speaks.

In a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

Until it says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching to me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

THE NIGHT

The night caters to our whims.

It caters to our deepest fears.

Our nightmares come alive.

They stalk us in our sleep.

They follow us back into our rooms.

To stalk us in the night.

They wait behind the closed door.

Should I open it?

Let them in?

Why not?

They are my closest friends.

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