Jack & Jill (my original version)

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch their mother's head,
For their father went mad and went to kill
His wife for he found her in bed.
In bed with another,
He lost his temper,
And took his axe to her neck-
A bloody rampage,
Blinded with rage,
He hacked, and hacked and hacked.

Little did he know that Jack was watching,
His virgin eyes were tainted with sin.
Father sent his children to fetch his wife's head,
And Jill's little hand, psychopathic Jack takes.

Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch their mother's head,
Jack shoves his sister,
His mind was bitter,
And he watched her fall to her death.

Father found out and picked up his axe,
And he hacked, and hacked and hacked.

Along with his axe, father went up the hill
To mourn, for his family's dead.
He picked up a knife and stabbed and stabbed,
Until he bled to death.

"Where's my baby?"

An original short horror poem:

I feel eyes on me as I'm going to sleep.

But nobody's there; the hallway is empty.
So I trudge back to bed and slowly close my eyes,
but I heard little scampers and scratches down the winding stairs.
I want to check, but it's getting late.
The sounds are getting closer; must be the rats.
Ignoring it, I close my eyes and peacefully slept.

An hour later, I am startled awake.
Someone's here- I can feel it. I look at the clock, It's 1:59am.

I get out of bed, and am drawn to the mirror.
There is something on my arm.
I lean in to look a little closer.
I gasp in surprise at the large, purplish marks.

I look back up and jump up in fright,
for what I see is a horrifying sight.
Right behind my reflection, there stands a woman.
A woman in black, her clothes look victorian.
Her hair is loose, her skin is pale,
her eyes are bleeding and her face looks frail.
Her fingers are clawed and covered in blood,
her abdomen cut open, full gorey view of her exposed guts.

I turn around in horror, hoping I saw wrong;
but she is still there, standing right under my clock.

It is 2am.

As the clock chimes, she starts to come closer.
I back away in fear, hoping she won't come over.
"Where's my baby?" she whispers desperately,
but I am frozen; my heart palpitates quickly.
"Where's my baby?" she screeches this time.
Terrified, panic seeps out of my eyes.

"Where's my baby! Where's my baby!" she chants and screams.
She latches her claws into my shoulders and they start to bleed.
Then I wake up; it was just a dream.

But on the floor, there is a note covered in blood.
I pick it up and read: "Where's my baby?"

It is 2:01am- in my shaking hands,
the note I crush.