Scary Stories and Poems

Twisted - this is a story, not a poem. NOT TRUE :)

While I'm typing this, I'm being hunted.
No, really, I am.
It all started when I moved into this new house. And my parents took my little brother out for lunch and a shopping trip. So I had the house to myself, and it was really cool - for a while.
For the while before I heard the scratching.
It was coming from the basement, which was locked and my parents looked nervous when I asked them about it. They told me to never, ever, ever go down there, no matter what I hear, because the floor was covered in rusty nails. But I saw their faces, and they looked like they were lying.
So I went down the basement stairs, leaving the warm upstairs, two steps at a time. When I reached the locked door, I listened. And I heard scratching, this time accompanied by meowing. I gulped and ignored my parents' warnings. I was going to save that kitten, no matter what!
I got a bobby pin from my suitcase and picked the lock. But no cat came rushing out when I opened the door. Instead, I saw a child huddled under a blanket. It was crying, and crying, and sobbing. So I cautiously stepped over to it, and lifted the blanket up...
The child spun around to face me, and I screamed. Its face was deformed - where eyes were supposed to be, jagged stitches jutted out. Its nose was bumpy and small. Its mouth had lips replaced with scars, and needle-like fangs protruded from its yellowed gums. Its ears seemed to be only attached by a string of skin. Only a few strings of greasy black hair hung from its bony scalp. I realized that several milky white eyes - some of them red, most with no pupils - covered the top of its head. Its skin was very pale, so pale that I could see a skeleton under it.
I kept on screaming.
The thing seemed to grow thinner, and I realized that instead of hands, needles and knives were what its skinny arms ended in. Tears began streaming down my cheeks. I whirled around, but the basement door was magically closed. I was really shrieking, now, but then I remembered how hot it was upstairs. And I hadn't seen any furnace up there, so one must be down here. I might still have a chance! So I quickly looked around, and when I saw a door, I knew it was my only chance. So I dove towards it and managed to lock the door before the thing started banging. The floor around the furnace was covered in bones with dried blood all over them.
And that's where I am right now - hiding under a pile of bloody bones, near the furnace. As I'm typing this sentence, I hear the furnace room door burst open. And I hear a voice that sounds choked with blood gurgling, "Ay-meee.... you can't hide forever!"
Help it's really really close now I think it's the end of my life goodbye wish me luck everyo