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The Gringlesnat

The Gringlesnat

written by: Alisa Guttadauro

 

There’s a gringlesnat in my closet,
I tried to tell my mom.
“There’s no such thing as a gringlesnat,”
now eat your breakfast, Tom.”
There’s a gringlesnat in my closet,
I said, quite in despair, I
heard him in my room last night,
I know that he is there!
Mom just smiled and shook her head, “You’re imagining things dear,
You don’t want to miss your bus, hurry, it’s almost here.”
I tried to grab my book bag,
I tried not to have fear,
I feel like someone’s watching me,
what just touched my ear!
Mom was waiting by the door,
I had no other choice,
As she kissed me on my cheek, I paused,
I thought I’d heard a voice…
A creepy hand was waving,
from beneath the cupboard door,
The bus came then and mom said,
“Now hurry, out the door!”
I ran toward the school bus,
and tripped along the way,
How will I ever, get through this horrid day?
the gringlesnat in the cupboard,
just what will he do?
Before I knew what was happening,
the bus was in front of the school.
Something seemed amiss, something wasn’t right,
As I walked into the building,
I suffered a total fright,
Everything looked different,
the teachers were all ghouls,
the principal tapped my shoulder,
I screamed like a howling fool.
Then someone was shaking me,
I was actually still on the bus,
“You fell asleep,” said my friend,
“Boy did you make a fuss!”
A wave of relief came over me,
“Surely it was all a dream!”
An ice cold chill ran up my spine,
as I got up to get off the bus,
The gringlesnat was in the driver’s seat,
He grinned a sickly smile,
“Glad you enjoyed the ride Tom,” he hissed,
“Been waiting for you, quite a while…”

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