A Twisted Child
She stands there in the dark looking at you in her evil stare.
She waits for you to move so she can attack.
She had waited long and hard for her chance to unlease her evil wrath upon warm, fresh flesh.
She gives such an uneasey feeling with her sickly, pale, green eyes.
Her blue vains show through her ice paste skin that sends shivers up and down your body.
She knows that you are afraid.
She opens her mouth and shows you her ridged teeth.
Something out of a Steven King noval.
A sound of nails on a blackboard and marbles clanging together fills your ears.
Her Hellful voice turns you about face and flying as fast as you can down the hallway wth her in hot pursuit.
Evereytime you look back she's closer and closer with her hands outstretched for you.
You reach in and close the door and lock her out with her banging as hard as she can and screaming as loud as a seirn.
Maybe this was a mistake because you hear a Hell-bound growl.
She waits for you to move so she can attack.
She had waited long and hard for her chance to unlease her evil wrath upon warm, fresh flesh.
She gives such an uneasey feeling with her sickly, pale, green eyes.
Her blue vains show through her ice paste skin that sends shivers up and down your body.
She knows that you are afraid.
She opens her mouth and shows you her ridged teeth.
Something out of a Steven King noval.
A sound of nails on a blackboard and marbles clanging together fills your ears.
Her Hellful voice turns you about face and flying as fast as you can down the hallway wth her in hot pursuit.
Evereytime you look back she's closer and closer with her hands outstretched for you.
You reach in and close the door and lock her out with her banging as hard as she can and screaming as loud as a seirn.
Maybe this was a mistake because you hear a Hell-bound growl.
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