Every Night

Every Night – a scary poem.

Every Night

Every night my father fills me with dread
As he sits at the foot of my bed
I don’t mind that he speaks
In gibbers and shrieks
But for seven long years he’s been dead.

Comments

  1. Sohainaa says

    Some thing similar happened to me. I was just chilling on the couch when I heard granny calling me from downstairs. It was like afternoon or something. I asked her what… And she didn’t move or speak. Just… Quiet in her rocking chair. I feared the worst and called mum who called the ambulance. We found out she was dead. When her autopsy was over it was found out that she had a cardiac arrest and died early in the morning.

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