the doll was purchased in October
Probably Halloween, but maybe not
brought to the home of an old lady
a creepy woman with broken teeth
maybe this is why she never smiled
the doll was given the name Dorothea Maye
she always wondered if she had been named for a dead niece
or a deceased sister or a murdered cousin
The old lady would sing the weirdest songs to her
“Dorthea Maye, now dead you be
You will never have the chance to grow old like me
I hid you away, deep where no one can see
far from this home, toward the Aegean Sea.”
the more quiet the doll was, the louder the old hag sang.
"Dorthea Maye, you annoyed me so much
The clothes you once wore are hidden in my hutch
Dorthea Maye, you will never annoy another
No one knows about you, not my man or my brother.”
I bet this is Halloween, and this is hell, the doll thought.
dolls terrify me
faces stiff and unfeeling
soulless dead blue eyes
many creep me out
their mouths seem to be sneering
they are my enemy
here is an odd one
maniacally mean looking
wait it is just my sis
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
The Strain
A manuscript through horror
Remnant 6 feet under
Dwindled sadness
Insomnie, 24 hours
Array of darkness
Just another nightmare
Creepy lullabies softly in the background
Screams with no sound
Strove to run away
Madness awaits
The strain
Locked down in chains
Haunted eyes
Darkest dreams come alive
Nothing else to give
Exhausted to the brink
No rain to drink
Haunted bedtime story
Presume dead ghostly
Vague memory
Nightmares consume me
There are thousands of these everywhere
Little creatures roaming around
They fly, crawl and also swim
Those unwelcomed insects
Are also known as
Creepy crawlers
Truth be told
I hate
Bugs
that shrunken head has the angriest eyes, I said.
Is it because he is dead? Because he is dead?
No, that one is Fred. He’s always been mad.
Maybe he’s sad, I suggested, maybe he’s sad.
Fred glared at me and stuck out his tongue.
Another head threw snot my way, not to be outdone.
Why do you keep these? I asked my friend Shay.
They creep me out but keep salesmen away.
Some have better things to do,
before the crack of morn,
than digging for earthworms
in the dew-soaked dawn,
but no not me, you see,
as, the longer I looked
for the creepy-crawlies,
the more I was hooked.
'Why that time of day?', ask you may,
well, as my daily wish, is a tasty breakfast dish,
I had heard, somewhat like the bird,
the early worm catches the fish.
creepy boy doll walked out into the night
trying to scare up some business, a disheveled sight
two ghosts made fun of him, and he started to cry
He is creepy-looking, but a truly sensitive guy
An old witch with a caring heart
Ran after the ghosts and gave a fart.
Her wind was so rancid, they both fainted away.
They were carried off in short order by her crow Malay.
He creeps into the kitchen with a stealthy walk
midnight I bet, but I can’t see the clock
I pretend to sleep in my Lazy-girl chair
Ignoring the ghost, as only I dare
Gargoyles watching from rooftop corners
Casting an evil eye on every miscreant.
Guarding the premises with contempt.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
creepy staring doll
the hair raises on my neck
she terrifies me
On the night of Halloween, I see
A place so unnerving, so restricted yet free
Opening the creaky gates, I walk
To sense a creature that wishes to stalk
It takes no specific form and stares
As if it doesn’t understand, doesn’t care
Suddenly, around me, the world turns bright
My vision clears as I gaze upon a strange sight
The world around me has changed, and now
It seems lively instead of lost, I wonder how
I try to turn back to return to my life and find out
The other world has disappeared, and it's because of the cemetery, no doubt
I found my voice in a witch’s pitch,
only to have it ripped away.
I was freed wearing a cloak,
until the calendar packed it up.
I’ve got the creepy girl blues
and it’s not even over yet.
I found my way on the darkest day,
until someone tried to cheer me up.
I was smiling beneath a painted frown
until the Sun melted it right off.
I’ve got the creepy girl blues
and it’s not even over yet.
I was so happy to finally reveal
all that skin beneath such timid wings.
I was out of control for a moment,
until I had to be reeled back in.
The winds that cut me wide open,
their nightmare had barely begun.
It hasn’t even happened yet,
I’ve got the creepy girl blues.
dolls with bothersome blank faces
stark staid straight expressions
make my neck hairs stand up
prideful porcelain puppets
placid, plebian and plastic
looking creepily deceased
do not put them in my room
for there is a window
and I will not hesitate to use it
They walk as if they're guided
By winds and gentle hands
Hold lanterns the distance
Held in childish hands
Afar you see them floating
Their Laughter echoes on
Those gentle hands caress them
These ghosts we are among
They were the Children of the sun
But darkness called so sweet
They embraced the gentlest hands
Walked with childish feet
They dissappear into the gloom
Watch the fading light
Those gentle hands have taken
Those children of the night
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