From the lake,
I slowly creep..
Machete in hand,
mask covering my face..
I feel teens near,
in the cabins close by..
Having fun and drinking,
in the place where I died..
I sneak up on them,
slashing as I go..
Until they are all dead,
trophies for my kingdom below..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems Darkness
Teen Fiction2nd. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series, Darkness. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
