Nightmares, Chills A Nightmare Poem 1-10 You Like Chills?

A nightmare poem 1-10 you like chills? - nightmares, chills

I remember Charlie

Charlie remembver,
When he woke up last night
Fear of dangerous drops
what you want, I never slept that night
Things under the bed
He hopes that died,
They put these images in my head
feel the air,
more than the smell of sweat
You sit there, and bet
When the door youll
therefore,
Achilli cut tendons,
Until you ask, and say no more
Pull the legs on the inside of the door
nothing to feel
on the run
fingernails scratching the floor
Traces all the way
She pulled the door
under the bed
where they proliferate poorly
"Charlie was going on"
the voice said:
There is nothing under the bed
"Then run to the door
so we can play a little more. "