Poems, songs, and story's

Under there?

I can't help but wonder what's under the shutter, tossing and turning to the sound of thunder, must it be that bad a blunder? I needn't be a child nor no fool, for I will see myself what of this ghoul. As I open the hatch I hear a faint sound, like a child weeping under the ground. As I step into the hole of death I feel a cold chill around my neck. "You smell nice", the creature said. "May I have a taste, just a bite?" I never left that dark room nor did anyone else who dared to consume.