553. The Sound Of Childish Laughter Poem by Jaden Knight

It was the sound of childish laughter
that woke Rob up with a start from his dreams
he found himself alone in his four poster bed
the green curtain drawn shut on all sides

He still could hear the sound outside his room
despite the fact that he lived alone
he got out of bed quickly and quietly
grabbing his pistol from the bedside table

In the hall outside his room stood two girls were playing
both in white gowns and with dark hair
they looked up to see him standing over them
and jumped to their feet smiling happily

Their faces and bodies contorted horribly
their eyes blazed a bright red
their hands had grown talons two inches long
fangs growing from gaping mouths

They leapt on him knocking him to the floor
tearing at his flesh in a frenzy
the last thing that Rob heard before he died
was the sound of childish laughter