Jason is a toy maker,really one of a kind
He isn't much of a sane mind
His toys are a little mad
But to him his monstrous creations are grand
His pride is how they kill
All soft and cuddly but then they make blood spill
But Jason has a weakness
A music box in his chest that holds his life's essence
Whom ever may hold it holds his soul
The one thing he'll kill to keep whole
They say if you hear his jingle when your alone
Then the toys want to play and give you doom in your own home
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Creepypasta Poems
FanficHey there reader this right here is a poem book of creepypasta's which I wrote by myself if they aren't written by me I will say by who. hope you enjoy and always remember to check your closet and bed before reading
