CreepyPasta Poems

Jeff the Killer (By Courtney)

One, two, three, four,

The colour red stains the floor.

FIve, six, seven, eight,

It's time for them to meet there fate.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve,

Got a secret I can't tell,

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen,

here's the secret, I know you'll miss me,

Seventeen, eighteen, ninrteen, twenty,

Five stabs will be plenty,

Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four,

I'll laugh as to try for the door

Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight,

You little hero's are far too late

Now rest my dear
Smile wide
I can see your shaking with fear
But listen close, you cannot hide.
Now shut your eyes.... AND GO TO SLEEP!

Hey Creepers! Its Paige. This is Courtneys Poem. It got a bit trippy to write, but, meh. IT IS GRAND! Look forward to my Clockwork one next ^.^

Bye!

Paige.