So this isn't a story, but a poem. I thought it was interesting, and so, decided to put it in the book. That probably didn't make any sense whatsoever, but that is fine.
Ladies and Gentleman, skinny and stout,
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about;
The admission is free, so pay at the door,
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight;
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch their fair play,
A mute man came to shout "Horray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise and
Came and killed those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle the block,
In a two-story house on a vancant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
Into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The long black hearse came to cart him away,
But he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
The only eyewitness to facts of my fable;
But if you boubt my lies are true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
YOU ARE READING
Just Creepin' It Real :)
TerrorIt is literally just a book of scary stories I found on the interwebs. So yea. I hope you enjoi. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE STORIES IN THIS BOOK. THEY ALL BELONG TO THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE WROTE THE STORIES
