Late at night when you are sleeping,
that’s when creatures coma a creeping.
To your house these creatures slither
making sounds that make you shiver.
Scratching on your window pane
Whispering your own first name.
Tapping on the nearest door,
creaking stairs and floors and more.
Making you sit up in bed
or pull the covers over your head.
And while you sit there filled with fear,
you wish that Nanna Mary was here!
hey vanessa you r a really good poet mabye
sum day i will b as good as you your poems are really goo
and powerful from one of your biggest
this poem was so beautiful i felt myself feeling scared and that's a very good thing
Hey Vanessa you did a great
job on your
poem good
one keep your poems coming
omg i love your poem i could never write like that hahah great job