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The Creepy old House

In a creepy old house I

found a creepy old doll.

I bent to pick it up

and boy did I have a fall.

I stood up had a lump

on my head, but

otherwise alright.

I looked out the window,

day had turned to night.

I looked and looked but

did not find the doll.

I turned to leave and there

it was hanging by it's neck

against the wall.

It's creepy smile seemed to say,

"Come and play with me my friend.

We can play forever

without any end."

To get out of this house

I ran for the door.

But there was no way out.

It was not there anymore.

Through a window I

threw a heavy bust.

The window smashed and

there was a ton of dust.

I looked out the window

but there was no ground,

we seemed to be

floating in air.

I said, No, no

this just isn't fair!"

I felt a hand upon

my shoulder, I let

out a scream.

I heard someone say,

"Wake up honey

your having a dream."

I opened my eyes

to see my husbands

concerned face.

I breathed a sigh of

relief, I was in

a safe place.

My eyes grew heavy

and as I was returning

to sleep, I heard

my husband say,

"Go back to sleep

my friend,

then you

can play forever

without any end."

 

Shirley Smothers

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This would have been perfect for Halloween. But I am now just posting it.

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