Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by,
For you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet,
From your head down to your feet.
They put you in a big black box,
And cover you up with dirt and rocks.
All goes well for about a week,
Then your coffin starts to leak.
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
A big green worm with rolling eyes,
Crawls into your stomach and out of your eyes.
Your stomach turns a slimy green,
And pus pours out like whipping cream.
You spread it on a slice of bread,
And that's what you eat when you are dead.
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Stories to Tell in the Dark
HorrorFrom folk lore, to games, this is Stories to tell in the dark. A series of scary stories guaranteed to make you hide under your covers! This was the first book I made. I'm very proud and I hope you all enjoy it! Feel free to read, favorite, and sho...
