Whispers the Clown

 
A grotesque clown had been walking around town,
Down dark streets and poorly lighted alley ways,
But instead of a smile he had a big frown,
And then he seemed to disappear through a haze.
 
He’d walk around with balloons under a blood moon,
And you’d swear you could hear whispers in the air,
Whoever snapped his picture met an early doom,
When the clown found their homes and into their nightmares.
 
With each photograph there came an eerie laugh,
A ringtone embedded itself into their phones,
Texts would arrive reading like epitaphs,
With sounds of childish mnemonic giggles and groans.  
 
At first you think this is just some creepy gaffe,
As a call comes in from a caller unknown,
A raspy voice whispers “you took my photograph”,
And then you can feel a chill right in your bones.
 
You’d lie in bed thinking it’s all in your head,
But then none of your friends pick up the phone,
Images of serrated smiles and living dead,
Fill your screen as if it knows that you’re home alone.
 
With strategy you remove the battery,
But then the texts and calls keep coming through,
Then you feel your eyes start to get watery,
When a figure appears on your television too.
 
You throw your device with all your might at the screen,
But this only makes the image a bit clearer,
Your body shakes and it feels like you want to scream,
Then you see him behind you in the mirror.  
 
When he giggles his shoulders move up and down,
Bearing filed teeth yellow with nicotine stains,
“Hi there” he says softly “It’s Whispers the Clown”,
Holding a rusty machete and a long chain.
 
You wake up screaming tied to a hospital bed,
Holding tightly in your hand a red clown nose,
While the psych ward nurse says: “it’s all in your head”,
As you hear Whispers behind her “yes, but a clown knows”.
 
So, the next time you drive down a dark lonely street,
And you see a clown, please don’t take his photograph,
Just wave and smile and enjoy your Halloween treats,
Or else you’ll hear Whispers’ uncontrollable laugh.