"Yeah i'll be down in a minute Casey!" I answered my little sister as I ran downstairs. Casey loves rhymes, she'll just edit the original rhymes and add a few words in the rhyme. The weird thing is that, she only wants me to read it, not our parents, her elementary school teachers, nor her friends. My parents say that it is normal that little sisters want to get close to their big sisters, but I just can't handle how annoying this is getting.
Our parents went to a meeting, but who goes to a meeting in the middle of the night? I am sure that they went to a bar or something. They wanted me to babysit my little sister, who calls me Lucy. I told her countless of times that my name is Gwen, but no matter how many times I tell her she will never listen. But I can't blame her, she does have an illness.
"Huwwy up Lucy!" Casey shouted from the living room.
I headed to the living room and saw Casey sitting on the couch, writing something on a piece of paper. "What is it?" I asked grumpily.
"Wook at dis Lyhme!" said Casey cheerfully as she handed me the piece of paper.
It said:
Incy Wincy spider climbing up the spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the Incy Wincy spider never lived again!
"Ok, I get it. Now can I go back to my room?" I asked her in an annoyed tone.
"But, Lucy! Don't you wanna meet the spidwer?" She asked with hopeful eyes.
"No! Look, the spider died so why should I see it?" I asked, getting pissed.
"Because he's hewe!" She said with sparks in her eyes.
"Wait, you mean someone is in our house?" I said, getting a little scared.
"Not yet, but he did a Whyme!" She said as she pointed to the wall.
The wall was covered in blood-stain red, and it had a small rhyme like Casey said
it said:
One, two, hide in your room
Three, four, he's at your door
Five, six, he sharpened his sticks
Seven, eight, you hid too late
Nine, ten, he's got you, Gwen!
I stood there shocked and scared. I felt a chill down my spine when the doorbell rang. Casey could never be this good and where did she get this paint? Maybe.
"He's hewe! I'll get the doow!" Casey sang.
"No!" I said as I cut her off.
She ran to the main door and opened it.
The next day, when their parents came back they were speechless. They saw Gwen but around her neck was a thick rope connected to the living room's ceiling fan. Casey's body was never found. The police found a note beside Gwen which was written in blood.
Body hangs dead
Drained of all her blood
Pieces sewn on backwards
Neck with no heads
Mutilated, dead
Homicidal desire
More are marked for murder
More victims to butcher
ARE YOU HAPPY? WITH YOUR FUTURE?
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Pls note that the last poem is copyright!
Cuz I have no idea to make a rhyme about .......That
