"Are you alone? A raspy Renfield exclaimed,
The phone static like frenzied bugs contained.
I hang up the phone in a disgusted huff,
This guy so creepy, I've had enough.
Three AM the phone again starts to ring,
Not quite awake, almost dropping the thing.
"Are you alone?" I heard with a raspy breath,
My patience gone, I cursed for his imminent death.
"Listen you pervert leave me alone."
my fingers shook as I clinched the phone.
A malevolence laugh my only reward,
A chill down my spine, I had struck a cord.
"You know, little darlin' I'm coming for you,
I'm going to f**k you up bad and relish begging you'll do.
I left you a present outside your door,
I hope you like it my sweet little whore."
I slam the phone down with violent force,
Hoping I took out his eardrum in the course.
My knees shook as I went to the door,
I wasn't expecting the bloody gore.
A bow of royal blue around it's neck
Not quite believing I had to double check.
A crusty headless kitten was placed in an ornate box,
My eyes dart up and down gloomy abandon street blocks.
Thunder and lightning a perfect horror scene,
A nightmare from a Freddy krueger's dream.
Wet footsteps flickered in the flashing porch entrance,
Slamming, bolting the door, survival adrenaline intense.
I nearly peed my pants when the phone again rings,
"Are you alone", a childish voice off-key sings.
"Listen you sick creep, I'm calling the cops,
I'll have you arrested unless this stops."
"Awe you wound me, my sweet little whore,
You should answer your front door."
As he said that I heard an eerie knock,
I almost passed out from the shock.
According to things I've read,
If I didn't act now I'd surly be dead.
I pick up the phone to make that 911 call,
I couldn't get reception, no dial tone at all.
In frustration threw the phone across the room,
It exploded in pieces like a sonic boom.
Another slow knock jolted me to action,
I had to find some way for a distraction.
Over-cast rain, curtained the flashing hills,
Wrapped in a blanket to ward off chills.
"Here little kitty, kitty let me in," an eerie call, with a knock,
"Not by hairs on my chinny chin chin." Thank God for a heavy lock.
Glancing at the portable phone in pieces, poor thing,
But incredibly I heard it begin a distorted ring.
In the front window a silhouette flashed with a knife,
I opened my parched lips screaming for dear life.
Suddenly in my head a gentle whisper said,
Escape through the back door or you're already dead.
I tripped over the blanket, as I tossed it to the floor,
"Come out, come out my little sex kitten whore."
****! Why didn't I think of the other door sooner,
By now I'm thinking things couldn't get loonier.
Running like a bat out of hell, I flung open the back door,
"HELLO! Johnny's hooome. it's to late to run anymore."