Creepfest Mystery Game, Part 4

I’m a sixty year-old boy

With no face,

Watching you grow

When nobody’s there.

Under your bed

I may sit still,

But I like it more

When nobody’s here.

I can follow you here

And I can follow you there,

Peaking a sight

From under the stairs.

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The Watchers, The Watcher’s,

Beware of The Watcher’s.

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I have a brother and sister

Who died last year,

They watch over you

Just like me.

My mommy and daddy

Are mean too,

Gleefully smiling

From inside the tube.

We want to be friends

But don’t know how to,

‘Cause all of our games

Are scary for you.

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The Watchers, The Watchers,

They’re coming to snatch it.

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Grab a hold of your bear

And watch over your breath,

‘Cause we Watchers

Want you to be there.

Under the bed

Snug next to us all,

Far away from your parents

And far away from the sun.

Hope you enjoyed it! Now remember to keep hopping, there's more Creepfest to be seen.