Tommyknockers, Tommyknockers
knocking at my door
down the road in 'Salem's Lot
where the craving's strong
and The Body don't rot,
Misery reigns and Silence calls
as Nightmares and Dreamscapes
climb the walls.
in The Waste Lands along the path
The Dead Zone's strong
and shows it's wrath.
beware the night, Full Dark, No Stars
and Low Men In Yellow Coats
in big old flashy cars.
up at the overlook The Shining runs deep
but so does Insomnia.
no cure for Doctor Sleep.
in the Pet Semetary
where The Boogeyman lurks
you'll find a Bag of Bones
under Drunken Fireworks.
you'll see The Cat From Hell
and hear Chattery Teeth,
just don't take The Long Walk
to The House On Maple Street.
think you have A Good Marriage?
you might want to look again.
The Dark Half is underneath
The Colorado Kid.
working the Night Shift
with Mostly Old Men
we talked about the Afterlife
and the Dark Descent.
at Four Past Midnight
The Mangler fired up
The Regulators came
and stole Uncle Otto's Truck.
The Storm of the Century's
out on Little Tall
across The Reach
where Death kicked up a squall.
Dolores Claiborne's
secret is kept.
down in the Darkness
the bad man slept.
back on the path
where the monorail runs,
the riddles keep coming
and the answer ain't Guns.
over 35 Scary Years
With Stephen King
I've read a lot and
I've learned one thing:
when you read the king of horror
It Grows On You,
it draws you in, holds you fast,
and never bids adieu.
it may grab you by the throat
or lure you bit by bit
until you're scared to keep on reading
but terrified to quit.
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