The ScratcherA Poem by Rachel Have you heard the tale of The Scratcher? The
Scratcher
Have
you heard the tale of The Scratcher? It visits you when you sleep. And if you
hear it call you, you’d better not make a peep. It waits on the other side of
your door, until you are alone. First you’ll hear a scratching on your door and
a ringing of the phone. Once you pick up the phone, you’ll know that it’s
around. On the other line you’ll hear something and your heart will begin to
pound. And when you answer that call reader, you’d better not leave the room.
For it knows that you are inside, and will take you to your tomb. The
only thing that you could do to scare The Scratcher away is wait. For if you go
out and open your door, you are surely tempting fate. Once you are to safety,
hiding in your safe space, you must make sure not to make any noise, or it will
show its face. After about a moment or so you will hear it’s deadly sound. A
loud sounding scratch, scratch, scratch
as it makes its way around. You
may think that it has left, but it has just begun. Once you emerge, thinking
it’s gone, it’s real web it has spun. You creep out into the darkness, once the
noise had passed. But once you open up the door, you will be aghast. It looks
down upon you, with empty black eyes. It moves a little closer and you jump
back with surprise. You try to turn around and run, thinking you can escape.
But it will chase after you until you can run no more, it’s terrible mouth
agape. Once
it catches you with it’s long, spindly hands, you jolt up, now awake. You
breathe a heavy side of relief that the creature you did escape. But wait,
what’s that? You ask aloud, as you hear a sudden noise. You glance around in
panic and begin to lose your poise. Scratch,
scratch, scratch, you hear and it’s coming from outside the door. You stop
and think for a moment, and realize you’ve heard it before. “It’s The
Scratcher,” you say, and try to hide, for it’s getting louder and louder. But
it is coming closer and you know that it will devour. You feel it grab you by
the neck, and you scream and yell and shout. But The Scratcher is faster than
you think and it throws you all about. The
neighbors hear yelling, from way across the street. They walk over to see
what’s going on and scream in a loud bleat. The house is covered in red, and
there’s no one to be found. They are about to call the police, when they hear
an odd sound. The phone rings all of a sudden, and the run to answer the call.
“Hello?” they ask, and hear a screeching bawl. They listen very carefully,
their faces growing pale, the phone drops to the floor, and the neighbors begin
to wail. What
they heard is never known, but later it was found. That the neighbors were
heard yelling and the police came around. They found the couple, shivering in
fear, their eyes wide in alarm. “There was something here,” they say, and
clutch each other’s arms. The neighbors were the lucky one’s, that they managed
to get away. From The Scratcher that was after them, that very fateful day. So
if you are alone at night, heed this creepy tale. For The Scratcher watches and
waits, and it is able to follow your trail. So now you have heard the tale of
The Scratcher, that visits you when you sleep. And if you hear it call you,
you’d better not make a peep. © 2015 RachelAuthor's Note
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