They're at your back door
Waiting 'til your alone
Your cleaning your kitchen
Your spouse went out
The children are asleep
You feel a sharp pain in your back
You turn as you are about to scream
But a knife is held against your neck
They beckon you to follow
To dig a hole in the ground
Whilst a gun is pointed at your head
As you reach the bottom
A sharp pain fills your head
And you fall over dead
They go back to your house
And become you
They take your family on a trip
From which they never return
Everyone believes your family is gone
But really when the one who stole your life
Is about to steal another
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Eyes in the Dark
Short StoryHi Everyone! So these are some poems that I have created since the 10th grade (15 years old) and I'm still continuing. Just a fair warning, from what my friends say, these poems are dark and creepy, according to them. I will occasionally post a chee...
