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Mary Shaw

Beware the stare or Mary Shaw,

She had no children only dolls

And if you see her in your dreams,

Make sure you never ever scream,

Or she'll rip your toungue out at the seam,

And if you see her remember this,

The only thing that can stop her is

Dead Silence.

Carving

They chose me from my brother

"That's the nicest one" they said.

They carved me out a face

and put a candle in my head.

And they set me on their doorstep,

Oh, the night was dark and wild;

But when they lit the candle

then I smiled.

Every Night

Every night my father fills me with dread

As he sits at the foot of my bed

I don't mind that he speaks

In gibbers and shrieks

But for seven long years he's been dead.

Again

Here it goes again.

You think you heared something,you already got the felling you're being watched.But this time nobody is there.All the guests left three hours ago and you just couldn't sleep.

Here it goes again.

You think you saw something,the felling of dread already got in you.But all the guests left.

Here it goes again.

You think you smell someting,you smell blood you smell death in the air.

Here it goes again

You think you felt something.Something bad that awakens the fears of childhood.

Here it goes again

You think you're safe in your house but you hear the doors creak opening.

Here it goes again

You know what awaits you.But you're not prepared yet but it is time.

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