Horror Poem

Tick-tock, tick-tock, there goes the clock. Tweleve. You know what happends now. Right? One, Two Freddies coming for you......or wait!!!! You see the barber in his barber shop. You better not stop, unless you want die. We all deseveve to die! ....dont we? Five, Six, better grab a crucifix.....Soon you'll be down in the basement in the pie shop. Yes. Thats a carming way to go? Isnt it right? Better say your prayers and hush hush hush. Dont mind the moster that shall pull you to your grave....no no no. Pay no mind my dear, for, as the old saying goes...."Come into my parlor" Said the spider to the fly, "I have something hear for you...." Now, tonight my dear, you are the fly.