Christmassacre

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A twisted Christmas poem on the joyful morning running down the stairs to unwrap all those great gifts and only finding blank stares...HAPPY HOLIDAYS SINCERELY GOTHIKAH666 T_T

Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Submitted: December 17, 2011

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Christmassacre

I wake in the morning and jump from my bed,

With thoughts of presents and Santa in my head,

I rush down the stairs with such delight,

I wouldn't had I known what happened that night...

I come to find my parents on the floor,

With blood smeared everywhere, even the door,

The presents are trashed and torn to pieces,

And I ask myself, "Where oh where is our lord Jesus?"

The stocking are tossed and crudely thrown,

And I am just left here all alone,

With the tree that is now so bashed and broken,

And a room that smells horrid and blood soaken,

I pick up the phone, dial and say,

"911...Yeah...Happy holidays..."

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