ON A SHELF

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Who sits on my shelf,

watching me?

Who casts shadows

along my bedroom wall?

I move closer.

I must see who it is.

The head moves.

Its hood falls back.

A doll’s face appears.

Glowing red eyes turn.

They burn a hole through me.

My questions are answered.

IT’S ALIVE

 

 

 

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

 

What do I see 

as I wake from sleep?

A puppet watching me.

 

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins.

 

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one pulls its strings.

 

It speaks

in a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

 

It says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

 

It can’t be.

It stands before me,

taller than me.

 

 

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

 

PUPPET

puppet

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Puppet Master 2 (1991)

I wake from a deep sleep.

I look across the room.

To a shelf high up.

A puppet sits there.

Its head pops up.

The head spins around.

It can’t be real.

A wooden puppet can’t be alive.

Then it speaks.

In a deep voice.

“Time to play,” it says.

I run to the door.

No!

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching for me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

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.

 

 

SET ME FREE

 

 

Trapped in this doll.

My soul yearning to be free.

Unable to move.

Cannot speak.

The Dead put me here.

As punishment for my sins.

But it is they who have sinned.

Who have taken life from the living.

Who’ve roamed the earth seeking blood.

Please help me.

Please help me avenge the innocents.

Please set me free.

THE DEAD GAME

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TIME TO SLEEP

Time to sleep

 

TIME TO SLEEP

 

Hello, it’s just me,

Sitting in the dark.

I’m fun as can be,

A day at the park.

 

I’m here when you sleep.

I’m your worst nightmare.

Do you see that creep

Climbing up your hair?

 

It’s a big spider,

Black and so furry.

Just don’t roll over

Or you’ll see blurry.

 

Did he bite your neck?

I can see the mark.

Just a little peck.

Enough to go dark.

 

TIME TO SLEEP

A PUPPET


A puppet on a string.
Creepy.
Surreal.
Never in control.
It must end.
Before it’s too late.
Before I turn to wood.
Before I become a Pinocchio.
No puppet life for me.
I will stand up for myself.
I will throw off my strings.
I will walk on my own.
I will be free at last.
Never again to be someone’s puppet. 

THE DOLL FROM HELL

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Krzysztof Zaprutkiewicz

You are sound asleep.

You wake up.

You feel someone watching you.

You look around the room.

No one is there.

There are shadows and moonlight.

But no one.

You look over at the shelves.

Shelves across the room.

Eyes are watching you.

They are glowing white.

Who do they belong to?

The creepy doll on the shelf.

Why did you save it?

You have no ready answer.

You get up to walk to the doll.

The room lengthens and widens.

You are walking toward the doll.

But you are not getting any closer.

You hear laughter coming from

the spot where she sits.

Demonic laughter that chills your soul.

You try to walk.

But your feet are stuck to the floor.

Are you in a nightmare?

Or are you a new toy for the doll from hell?

It laughs again.