The next night:

I included the first poem that spawned this one. Just to give you some background info if you haven't read the first one. ########################################################## The Grisly Tale of Timothy Brooke “Daddy, tell me the story again!” “Okay angel, if you want me to.” “It was All Hallow’s Eve, and all through the gloom, not a single thing stirred in Timothy’s room. His mother, so dear, had kissed him goodnight while tucking him in and repeating her plight: ‘Timothy, my child, hear what I say and then you’ll be sure to greet the next day. Tonight, should you hear, a suspicious sound stay under cover and don’t look around.’ Now Timothy lay ‘neath his sheets oh so warm, while outside his window there raged hellish storms. But being a boy with courage beyond his years he didn’t pay mind to his mom’s silent fears. Late in the night he did hear a sound like moaning from corpses beneath hollowed ground. Now trying to flee from encased, muddy tombs like dead babies crawling from the earth’s womb. Timothy shuddered and ducked under cover of his sheets sewn together by his dear mother. From under the covers he didn’t dare peep, while silently Timothy began to weep. For hours it felt like the moaning increased, when suddenly it seemed that the moaning had ceased. Daring to look after all had gone still Timothy plucked the courage of will. In the nocturnal hour all through the gloom, not a single thing stirred in Timothy’s room. Timothy’s gone and he’s never been seen again since that night on All Hallow’s Eve.” “Night angel…” “Night d-a-d-d-y…….” ########################################################## The next night: “Daddy, please finish the story!” “Okay my angel...wait, let daddy tuck you in first.” “Timothy woke and exclaimed as he saw that in his own bed he was just like before. Only now the room’s twisted, contorted and grey. To another dimension he has found his way. All was the same, but changed in dismay. He got up from bed and went on his way. When all of a sudden the door burst to flames, and through it came crawling bloodthirsty knaves! They were long-legged goblins with boils on their skin that ruptured and bled all over their chins. Nostrils were flaring, a pig-like effigy. Their teeth they were baring as they shouted with glee. ‘Little-boy-stew’ was on their minds that night, so through a portal in time they did take their flight. The portal is opened once every year on All Hallows Eve when the moon shines with fear. Timopthy leaped with gymnastic flare right through his window and into the air. He started to run like never before fearing that Home he won’t see no more. Through forrest and bushes and brambles he ran all the while chased by the disgusting gang. Into a clearing with no shelter to see. Timothy ran into it blindly. Tears were now welling in Timothy’s eyes as he awaited his painfull demise. But what did he see on the horison ahead? The doorway that exits the Land of the Dead! Just as he jumped through the portal of light a goblin took hold of his foot with great might. But Timothy kicked and gauged out it’s eye And the beast did let go with a hellish, dark cry. When Timothy woke, he exclaimed as he saw that in his own bed he was just like before. The portal in time had been finally closed, and Timothy smiled as he peacefully dozed.” Timothy leaned over and kissed his daughter on the cheek. He tucked her in and turned out the light.