Thursday, December 15, 2011

Creepfest Mystery Game, Part 4


I’m a sixty year-old boy
With no face,
Watching you grow
When nobody’s there.

Under your bed
I may sit still,
But I like it more
When nobody’s here.

I can follow you here
And I can follow you there,
Peaking a sight
From under the stairs.

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The Watchers, The Watcher’s,
Beware of The Watcher’s.

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I have a brother and sister
Who died last year,
They watch over you
Just like me.

My mommy and daddy
Are mean too,
Gleefully smiling
From inside the tube.

We want to be friends
But don’t know how to,
‘Cause all of our games
Are scary for you.

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The Watchers, The Watchers,
They’re coming to snatch it.

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Grab a hold of your bear
And watch over your breath,
‘Cause we Watchers
Want you to be there.

Under the bed
Snug next to us all,
Far away from your parents
And far away from the sun.

Hope you enjoyed it! Now remember to keep hopping, there's more Creepfest to be seen.

4 comments:

Julie Jansen said...

Great creepy poem, Gina!

Happy Creepfest and happy holidays!

Julie

Netta said...

Jeezum crow, that's a creepy poem. Reminds me of Poltergeist!

Nicely done, Gina :) Happy Creepfest!

kkoning78 said...

Oooh LOVE this Georgina!
Happy Creepfest
- Kim
creeping, creeping from "Wrestling the Muse"

Gina said...

Thanks, girls! Happy creepfest to you too. :)