The RakeA Poem by Ahiru2001I see him standing at the foot of my bed. I hear his voice inside my head. He’s there to watch me sleep at night. I feel his stare 'til morning’s light. Mommy says he’s not real. Mommy says he’s fake. But mommy doesn’t see him. I know; he's the rake. © 2016 Ahiru2001 |
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Added on October 30, 2015 Last Updated on November 14, 2016 Tags: creepypasta, therake, creepy, insomnia, insanity |