You Must Not Stay Inside This House

This is the story of a place that used to be the Native's home
We took their land, gunned them down, and now this land we own
With travelers came the dreaded smallpox disease
And the Native Americans; with no vaccines
Buried them all, inside of our mass graves
We hope that there they all stay
A few centuries later, houses are built on the land we filled
The foundation was made over Native soil, on top of its very own hill
The homestead creaked, the doors all squeaked, the house was cursed with sin
But little Sally's parents tried to make her happy; said it was just the wind
When she lays in her bed, and tries to just rest, she hears a voice of clear duress
"You must not stay inside this house, or to Hell you will be sent!"
No one believes her, it was her imagination, she was alone in her fear
You must not stay inside this house, or your flesh, it will sear!"
When she tried to sleep, she could feel a creep, stalking into her room
Black hands darker than shadows,from her window, came to construct her doom
It reached over and grabbed her, she was sure it was over, when she heard a fine whisper
"You must not stay inside this house, or your skin will be covered in blisters!"
It jumped out the window, Sally in hands, and took her away from the house
As she looked back, she could not believe what she saw, she squeaked just like a mouse
Looking out from her window, a man in a red suit, standing in front of the fire
This was the thing that had come to take Sally down into his hellish spire
Category:Poems
Category:Creepypasta