A/N: Hey Guys, This is one of my first works uploaded on here, i hope you enjoy, and please review. -- Black Ink. x.
An old, old house,
Bound to the street,
Where people passed by,
And two ends did meet.
With the darting eyes,
And a quick pace,
Shuffling steps,
And a pale face.
She approached the stairs,
Her steps unsteady,
She reached her hand out,
Her feet getting ready.
To run from what,
May be her demise,
From what lurk inside,
And the blood thirsty cries.
Here comes the child,
With the long blonde hair,
The house creeping in,
With the claws of a bear.
Come ye children,
Come no more,
For it will arise,
Like never before.
