Creepy Long Lost Plush Toy
the long-lost plush toy with ill intent
somehow had been shoved into the attic’s vent
his face was scarred, his teeth were creepy
I could not relax that night, though I was sleepy
I kept thinking he was going to get an axe
then sneak upstairs and kill me and Max
Max is my cousin who has no sixth sense at all
He slept soundly, while I listened for sounds in the hall
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