The Scare Poem by Nathan Gorey

Sitting alone in your room,
Unaware of your impending doom.
Four friends use to roam during the day,
Until an incident took that right away.
Moving around in the shade of night,
Noticing them gone may give you a fright.
Checking the cams, searching far and wide,
Forgetting to check the halls to your side.
When you leave your camera it is too late,
It is time to meet your fate.
You should have never taken this job,
Your life, it will rob.
They tote you away to your new room,
That is where you will meet your doom.