It's late...

Some short and creepy poems:

One:

When I was younger I had a cat, a cat that would claw at my door,
She would do this all night and all day long, a sound I could not ignore,
But recently the clawing has made fear in me increase,
As I slowly begin to realise, that cat of mine, is deceased.

Two:

I awoke late last night, hearing a loud dogs bark,
I noticed a voice calling me out from the dark,
I sat up in bed a gave out a groan,
I realised just then, that I live alone

Three:

My mother called me from the kitchen,
I was in my room fixing my hair,
As I walk to the door, a voice from the closet says,
“Do Not Go Down Those Stairs”

Four:

I remember the day I quit my job, I was first to respond,
I saw a little boy crushed in his car seat, His head a mix of red and blonde,
Suddenly his eyes grew wide; he giggled and laughed in the seat,
I remember the day I quit my job, A day I wish I could delete.