They’re Staring

Whoa! I don’t like this hall.
There are a bunch of stuffed animals everywhere.
Their eyes, they’re staring at me!
I have to get out of here.
This person had a lot of time on their hands.
They eyes, they are all the same.
And they won’t stop staring.
Those big brown eyes watching my every move.
Help me! Get them away!
They won’t stop staring at me!
They eyes! The eyes!

~1998~

Part of a series I made in school called “Mansion Rooms”.

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