THE CREEPY LADY NEXT DOOR
She appeared one day, moved in with only bags of plastic,
From where she came is not at this time known, lives alone.
By daylight windows and doors never do they open, she is inside,
Peeks out once in a while, never have I seen a smile, who is she?
Sometimes a giggle from within her cage, alone inside she stays,
Not much ever of a light, flashes on and off late in the night.
Never trash brought outside, what does she eat? never food brought inside,
A smell so foul permeates through the walls of where she hides.
Is she human or perhaps something other that can not be seen,
She knows we watch, maybe she’s just a bad dream.