Thanks to the comments from the last people, I fixed my poem up and its now
being sent in to the poetry contest. So here it is, better than last time, enjoy, peoples!!

Childhood Fears By: Violet Mae Bell

It’s nothing more than a night sound,
She whispered to me, gently ruffling my hair, as I lay shivering, bed bound.
Was it really?
Oh, if only these words could be true !
I wanted to believe her so bad…
Go back to sleep, my dear,
She whispered, planting a kiss on my sweat dampened forehead and reaching for the light…
No!
I wanted to scream.
Do not turn it off!
Do not leave my side!
Please…
But the light goes off and my words are still inside my frantic brain…unused…unsaid…
Sweet dreams, my child.
The words swarm around me before she closes the door,
Leaving me trapped in total darkness, shivering in my bed and listening for night noises.
The thud-wamp!
Of a thing drawing nearer…
In the distance I hear a silent click…
Of the door?!
Did she lock it?!
Why, how could she leave me alone with the monster??
My heart pounds, surely leading the monster to where I lay.
The floorboard squeaks.
Thud! Pause…
Sniff…
I hear it lick the air, still fresh with my scent…
Mommy…
These words escape me, and I squeeze my teddybear even tighter.
A rash laugh from behind the door…
Mommy? As if…
My throat is dry, dry, and getting dryer, with silent shocked, tears streaming down my scared ten year old face.
The other creature in my room moves faster…
No dought it can’t wait to lick the saltiness away…
Smell that? A good snack has just improved,
Now with salt!
Creek!
Its here!
By my bed…so close that I can smell it…so old…so disgusting…like some kind of mildew but much worse…
MOMMY!
I shriek, not believing…unable to believe that she will not save me…
That I am going to get eaten, by that Thing!
I can feel its many hands creeping towards me…
And its decaying stench is overpowering…
My ten year old brain franticly demands that I do something…
But I cannot, I’m frozen…
From shock…
From fear…
Glug, glug…
The thing says in my ear.
I screech,
And struggle, but its many arms are holding me still.
Glug…I…glug…I…glug…got ya…
And that is the last thing I hear…
Along with the excessive laughing outside the door of my room,
And the shocking fear that rides through my belly.