Clown With The Sharp Teeth

A mother heard her little boy scream in another room,
She ran to her son’s aid, it was colder than a tomb,
The boy was sitting up in his bed, blanket over his face,
He never liked this house at all, this was a haunted place.

The mother asked what's up, what gave you a scare,
It's the clown with the sharp teeth, over on my chair,
The mother knew that the chair was in the corner of the room,
She didn't want to look there, that might seal her doom.

She composed herself for a minute, expecting to see it,
A marionette with sharp teeth, in the corner it would sit,
She turned around slowly, expecting to get a fright,
It's  amazing how scary things are, in the middle of the night.

When she saw the chair empty, the clown was not there,
But then she felt a sensation, something was tugging on her hair,
Slowly back around she spun, tense with all the fear,
Something felt out of place, something felt so near.

Her son had removed the blanket, from over his head,
And was touching his mother for comfort, hand on her head.
They thought they heard scratching, within the boys closet,
The mother was almost a mess, then she said that does it.

The mother thought logically, and she reached out for the light,
And when she turned it on, nothing bad was in sight,
She gathered up her son, and headed back to her bed,
If he was there before, he has gone now, the boys mother said.

Fast asleep now, was the mother and her young son,
Dreaming of somewhere far away, somewhere in the sun,
Meanwhile in the dark kitchen, the clown had come to life,
And was opening the kitchen draw, and pulled out a butchers knife……..