Creak! Thud!
Footprints in mud.
He's back from the grave,
Looking for blood.

Drippity drop!
Pitter-patter, plop!
If you look up,
Your neck he'll chop.

Clank, swish, hiss.
Big bloody mess.
Who would've thought,
You'd end like this?

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First stanza written for PoetsPub The biggest competition ever.
Week#4 (13 words horror poem)