Red Mask (a 'creepypasta' of sorts)

She didn’t like it, to play hide and seek,

with her friends who visited once a week.

She hated that stupid game that they played,

but her friends, determined, would not be swayed.

When it was her turn to go, run and hide,

no one would offer to sit by her side.

Then when she would find herself all alone,

a man in a red mask comes into her home

Up through the boards all gaze and stare,

the red mask comes to claim his fare.

Up through the boards to claim a soul,

the red mask comes to take his toll.

They found where she hid the last time they played,

and they all ran screaming, shocked and afraid,

of the closet scene so damning, obscene,

that makes nightmares from each and every dream,

of the sight of a girl stitched up with lace,

arms and legs twisted and bent out of place,

crimson blood a pool that flooded the space,

and a red mask stapled onto her face.

Up through the boards all gaze and stare,

the red mask comes to claim his fare.

Up through the boards to claim a soul,

the red mask comes to take his toll.

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