Don't ever chuckle when a hearse passed by,
You just might be the next one to die.
They'll wrap you in a large white sheet,
From your skull down to your feet.
They'll throw you down in a black box ,
Then fill your grave with grime and rocks.
So there you'll lie around a week,
Until your casket pops a leak.
The bugs creep in, the bugs creep out,
The worms play games on your snout.
They'll gobble your nose and tickle your ears,
Don't worry, you won't feel the fear.
Suddenly, a fat rat will come,
Scrabble in your mouth and out your bum.
Your skin turns a very pale blue,
Your brains will melt and turn to utter goo.
You eat them with rotten prawns,
And that's what you've ate when you're dead and gone.
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Creepy Stories and Riddles
HorrorThis is where ghosts steal your soul, stalkers take pictures of you, murderers track down your parents, and discovering mysterious books on how to kill you silently. Oh sorry, I didn't mean you! I was talking to my body pile. :D Enjoy my stories...