I am the one under your bed...
all crunchy and well dead...
I like my children underfed...
With little to chew than bones...
I like the the way you stay still like a stone...
I am am the one under your bed...
Arms long and thin...
I look up with such a horrific grin...
And I am ready to play...
Such a lovely day...
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Why Must I explain?
HorrorWhy Must I explain? is a random Compilation of creepy little poems and short horror stories I came up with. hope you enjoy :) most of the stories in this book are written like stories told by real people like urban myths or true horrific encounters...
