Mr Giggles

A psychological, thriller.

Mr. Giggles

By Shawn P Cassidy

Before breath was given shape,

before darkness learned to crawl,

he drifted through the endless void,

the first shadow to ever fall.

No hand designed his laughter.

No god conceived his grin.

He rose from the wound of creation,

where the oldest fears begin.

He does not come by choosing.

He comes when the oath is stirred''

when a whisper breaks in the quiet,

and the ancient vow is heard.

His juggling is a covenant,

a circle sealed in night,

each motion slow and binding,

each arc a claim on sight.

His giggle is the scripture.

His laughter is the creed.

A sound that stains the silence

and makes the shadows bleed.

When the giggles deepen,

when they echo like a tomb,

the oath inside your spirit

wakes and seals your doom.

Your eyes don’t roll from terror.

They roll because you see

the mark he carved within you

before you came to be.

You’ll walk among the living,

but hollowed, bound, and sworn''

a vessel tied in blood-oath

to a presence never born.

Your fate was etched in silence

the moment you drew near,

the night you crossed the threshold

of the circle he holds dear.

So, heed this final scripture,

though scripture cannot save:

if you see a juggling figure

with a grin no god could brave''

the one who giggles softly

as he drifts throughout the town''

know the oath has been awakened,

and he’s come to pull you down.

He is not demon or spirit.

Not monster. Not spell.

He is the oath beneath all oaths,

the architect of hell.

His name is Mr. Giggles''

the one the ancients feared to speak.

And once he seals your soul in shadow…

your light grows cold and weak.

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