That night I went to sleep, not worried, nothing amiss,
Even though underneath my bed there was emitted a slow, deep hiss…
I treaded the floorboards lightly, ever so much with care,
On my way to turn a light on,
I was very, very scared.
Deeming my childish curiosity, a very frightful thing,
I crawled right back into bed, and heard a doorbell ring.
There wasn’t anyone I was expecting,
Especially at this late hour,
So when I clambered down the stairs,
I immediately started to cower.
A harsh knocking came, with a voice to wake the dead,
It called upon me, making me stuck to one spot; lead.
I ran back upstairs and hid under cover,
Waiting for whatever was outside, to stop its eerie hover.
I tried to sleep just then, I really did,
But all around me, I knew something hid.
Deciding to phone someone, and enlist of them some help,
Ask them what the hell was happening, me floating like helpless kelp
But to no avail, did I succeed, alas,
The line was cut,
The phone was out,
And from salvation I was permanently shut
Deciding to try, to escape the house,
I felt trapped inside, like an insignificant mouse.
I didn’t notice the axe, as I stepped off the deck,
As the blade cut through my neck, I thought, “Aww, heck!”
With my head falling down, to the ground and far beyond,
I screamed a guttural sound, until there was no breath to be found.
My fate is sealed, I cannot change it,
But I will kill more, now, my own little hissy fit.
Just when they least suspect, I’ll cut off the head,
My murdering method, from under my bed…