Posted on Oct 3, 2012


Alone in the house
She hears something outside
Looks out the window
But nothing she can find
So she goes back to her TV
And immerses herself again
But a shadow she does see
From outside by the fence
Something moves she now knows
Coming closer and closer
Nearing her lonely countryside home
Maybe it’s the ghostly creeper?
She picks up a bat to defend herself
From whatever is out there
Something not good she felt
As eyes in her window stare
A noise so creepy her hair stands on end
As her cat tries to get in
From the rain fast falling
Making her feel foolish again
She lets him in all wet and sad
Not seeing the figure move
The shadow, the creeper slides a tad
Staring and reaching, her it does choose…

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