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A Bedtime Story For A Disobedient Child updated by Ray Printer Friendly

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UPDATE: Now with an audio version, just to be creepy. (You may need to turn up your volume to hear it—sorry about that.)


I hear them—they’re outside;

They want in, but don’t know how to ask.

They scratch against the windows when it’s too dark to see out:

I look at my reflection against the black, and I listen to their songs of desperation.

“skrtch skrtch skrtch!” Goes their music.


A cold breeze drifts in from somewhere,

Through a crack in glass or unsealed frame,

Fingertips of ghosts caressing my spine.

The draft against my skin,

Slithering vision of lost hope.


Thunder rumbles in the distance:

It is the cadence of the damned

Coming for new recruits,

With smiles of broken teeth

And broken minds,

And the promise of forever.


The lamps flicker—the light is afraid of the dark.

I should be looking for candles, matches, flashlights,

But I can only look at my reflection in the window,

Against the night.


I fear that at any moment, another face will float from the darkness,

Replacing my reflection, and it will trap me in its evil grin

And reach with dead hands for whatever is inside me.

But I cannot look away.


A noise, like metal scraping on concrete,

Just outside my front door,

And something smells like old eggs and sour milk.

I put on my sunglasses, because they’re within reach,

And I pick up my harmonica.

I can’t play the blues, but my attempt covers the sound of the door opening.


Sleep well, now.

And whatever you do,

Don’t come looking for me.


posted 4/27/08


Comments:
Entered By Anonymous From Unknown
2008-04-28 00:20:27

*shiver*


Entered By Diane From NH
2008-04-28 23:29:10

I don't know who the hell recorded that but I've definitely heard that same voice just before waking up in a cold sweat, praying that when I whip open the shades there'll be light, not dark.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2008-04-28 23:52:50

That would be me, although I changed the pitch of my voice with audio software for maximum discomfort. But that whole, "I hear your voice in my nightmares," thing? You'd be surprised how many women tell me that.


Entered By CM From Your Hometown
2008-04-30 21:50:29

You should have let Rik record it instead.


Entered By Ray From Austin
2008-04-30 22:06:58

She was too chicken to even read through the whole thing.



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