Never Sleep Without A Bat

[Tamagotchi Lover]

{Never Sleep Without A Bat} If you’ve ever had the feeling That you have someone watching you, This might send your mind reeling, But I’ll inform you that you do. 1:11 is the time When you first get the vibes. The paranoia feels like slime Clinging to your insides. Look at the clock, it’s 2:22. Now you’re sure a stalker’s near. Glance around you: Nothing’s new, But you can’t seem to shake your fear. Static on the radio Is your next indication That, somewhere, gazing down below, One’s observing your location. At 3:33, you see a tall, thin man. You shudder--No. It can’t be real! In the blink of an eye, in the wave of a hand... He’s gone. You tremble, but think, “What’s the deal?” When “4:44” barrages your eyes, You’re sure that the mystery man will return. You need to be armed, you finally decide, And there is but one place you can turn. You open the door to your musty old shed. You step in with footsteps as light as a cat’s In search of a weapon... Oh, look! There’s a thread, Tied to the end of a baseball bat! Your fingers close around the weapon Before you decide to check the time. 5:55?!? You failed to pay attention To how long you stayed in your own terror’s realm. It’s all right when night falls: There are no number strings. Yet into bed you quickly crawl, Clutching a bat and your dreams. At 1:11 AM, you awake. You’re not quite sure what roused you. You sit up, raise the bat to make An impression to scare those around you. Outside your room, there is creaking. It could be a rat near the walls, But your human mind is there, thinking, “Is that slender man roaming my halls?” You hear your door squeak open, And quickly, your blood runs chill. You sit there, frozen, hoping That you’ll unthaw due to some thrill. A seed of terror is planted In your heart, your mind, your soul While total access is granted To your nightmare. Your body grows cold. You see something in the doorway. It’s tall, about seven-foot-six. This figure--you recognize it right away... Or is it your eyes playing tricks? Before your mind can tell what it’s seeing, The stranger approaches your bed. Fear shoots through all parts of your being: This man has no face, just a head. Your grip on the bat gets tighter As tentacles slowly extend From the man’s back. Your skin becomes lighter When you think, “This could be the end.” Adrenalin’s pumped through your bloodstream. A plan is needed right now, So before either of you see it coming, You smack the bat on the man’s brow. The terrible moan that echoes Off of the caverns of your brain Lets you know that you should not let go Of this bat, for the monster feels pain. Again and again you beat him, And again and again he screams. It appears as though he has been beaten, Because now, he slowly retreats. You see the tentacles vanish. You see the man back out the door After telepathically scowling, “Me, banished? You’re mad! I’ll be back in the morn...” You realize your hands are quaking. You set the bat to the side. The battle you had left you shaken, Externally and on the inside. As you finally start to feel drowsy, You know that you won’t take a chance. You hug your arms around your knees, Gripping the bat like a lance. The moral of this story, dear, Is one that you can’t lack In case Slenderman visits. Just be clear: Never sleep without a bat! ~⊗~Just a little something I whipped up a while ago. I decided to post this after learning that Sumiki was masquerading as Slender Man. Unfortunately, the fad's over, but that's totally fine by me. Note: I do not own Slenderman or the Operator symbol. Edited March 18, 2012 by Tamagotchi Lover