CreepyPasta poems (on hold)

Monsters

Once there was a little girl.

Not a small girl,

a young girl.

Old to you.

She was playing with her friends,

Just before summer ends.

She thought a midnight feast was the answer,

But it ended in a disaster.

You see, monsters come out at night.

Ever felt like your being watched whilst you lay in your bed?

Ever feel uncomfortable when your resting your head?

Well that's them.

Sometimes they watch, fascinated by sleep.

For they don't sleep.

They won't sleep

They can't sleep.

Sometimes they wander around, thinking about the bright sun.

If it didn't burn so bad they would wander freely,

Slaughtering everyone.

But only the awake can be found.

The sleeping are nothing to them.

You would be a false death.

A accident.

A problem for the schlen.

You see, schlen are dark creatures.

They have sharp fangs, protruding from their head.
Screaming won't do you any good,
For now
Your
Dead.