Where Evil Lurks

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Evil lurks beneath the bed –

Amid rolled up socks and week-old bread.

A banana peel, now hard and brown,

But worst of all – that grinning clown.

I know monsters – they are not there.

But the chalk-faced fiend – from the fair,

To hide from its gaze, I shoved it there.

So each night,  I must pass in terror,

Till Mum cleans up – I must beware.

I think the sign -KEEp OuT of My ROOm,

Is something I should get rid of –

And really soon.

 

Padre

 

Terrifying Tuesday #1: Your challenge is to explore the world of childhood frights and use it as inspiration for a story, poem, or whatever you like.

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