Lullaby by T.O.S.R.

[The text with *'s is said in a scared, child-like tone unless otherwise stated, while the rest is a mocking, 'inteligent'-type voice. Both voices are the same person(Liz)]

LULLABY

She's in the room... There in the corner. She's sitting there... In the dark. Do you see her? See her playing with her teddy bear? Go ahead, don't believe it. Go right ahead. She'll still get you... Don't you see her yet? See the grin pulling at her lips? She's waited too long to get you... She laughed. Did you hear it? Of course you did. You didn't want to, but you did.

All your life you've been taught to ignore the movement of the curtain... But you always knew it wasn't your mind. There wasn't even a breeze, you swear there wasn't! It wasn't your mind playing tricks on you when your book turned the pages all on its own. You did hear the giggling in the darkness, that night when you were curled up in your bed... You didn't think you were safe, but everyone told you there wasn't anything there. But you saw her, didn't you? You heard her voice as she sang that old familiar lullaby. The one with the monkey and the weasel... Remember?

"All around the blue-berry bush the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought 'twas all in good fun... POP goes the weasel."

But you never thought you really heard it. You didn't want to hear it... Never wanted to hear that song again. But now, now that you're all alone after the lights are out... Ha! You know there shouldn't be anyone there, right? Think again.

No one knows the torture that she causes you. She's why you're here now isn't she? Here in this room wrapped up in a straight jacket. They made you an easy target. Scream all you want, Liz... They're not going to listen.

She's laughing at you, you know? But don't be scared, she's not real, remember? Never was real... Never was in your closet that night... The night you couldn't sleep. Couldn't even blink for fear of having her creep across your floor... But you blinked, didn't you?

*No... No that couldn't ave been her... She's not real. Mommy says she's not real! She's all in my head... I didn't really see her crawl across the floor... Closer and closer. I tried to wake up, tried to open my eyes from the nightmare! It's too real... Her eyes... They couldn't have been from a nightmare... They were too vivid. Too piercing of a blue to be from a foggy dream...*

You knew it wasn't a dream... Those icy blue eyes that you could have seen a mile away. You knew it the moment she put her hands on the side of your bed and pulled herself up to stare at you through those eyes. You screamed and she slipped away, under your bed you think as Mommy burst through the door. Well, Mommy didn't see her, but you did. You know you did. You tried to tell her...

*Mommy! Mommy! She's here! Under the bed!*
She told you to go back to sleep...
[Mocking 'Mommy' voice]"Just go back to sleep 'Lizabeth. Everything will be okay in the morning."

You hated it when she called you that... 'Lizabeth. It had such a disgusting tone to it. Mommy pat you on the head and tucked you in again after filling your mind with the lies that will one day kill you. The ones that said it was all in your head.

Well, now what? You killed Mommy, remember?
*No! No I didn't! You did it!*
Ha! I did it? Don't you remember the feeling of that knife in your hand? I know you did it, and so do you. You can't blame in on your insanity Liz, because YOU DID IT.

[Quiet, slow]*You're right... I did do it... I remember the weight of the knife in my hand... She was asleep... Peacful. I changed my grip on the heavy object in my 8-year-old hands, raised it above my head, and shoved it as deep into Mommy's chest as I could.*

Yes... You did. And she looked up at you... You remember the look on her face? Remember how it twisted with pain?

[Still slow and deliberate]*Yeah... I twisted the knife and she stopped looking at me like that... She went dead. Her eyes glazed over into a cold, dead stare...*

Yep... And then you heard the giggle. The one from the girl in your closet. You had Mommy's warm blood all over you, but when you looked in the direction of that terrible giggle, it was her eyes that snapped you out of it. Those staring, icy blue eyes almost burned a hole in your skull as she crawled over the other end of the bed, pulling herself up with that jerky motion that has haunted your dreams ever since.

Well, she's really here now. Only, this time, Mommy's dead and no one's paying attention to your screams as she creeps across the floor, just as she did that night when you killed Mommy. Those eyes are staring you down just as they did 12 years ago... The same grin is on her face, only - this time - it's got 'victory' written all over it. She'll get you now, and you know it.

Look... She's getting closer. You can't back up any further... No matter how much you wish you could just sink into that padding, you can't.

Ten feet away... Seven, five, three, one... [SCREAM]

[Hum "Pop Goes the Weasel" and let it fade into silence]

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