I met a stranger who became my friend,
We played, we laughed, many stories I shared,
A good friend of mine that is only one,
Oh! Night time has always been so much fun.
Until one day, my mama asked me,
What was I doing in our yard at night lately,
Doesn’t she know I’ve been playing with Shkerky?
A friend who listens to me and my story.
She asked, “Who is that Shkerky?”
“Is he a neighborhood or a classmate?”
“Why is that I’ve never met him?”
I thought I introduced him already.
I asked my friend to show him to my mama,
He said, “No, I am shy, maybe soon or next time”
Then I wonder I know nothing about the friend of mine,
Told no address, no school, even no surname.
My parents told me not to go outside after 6 pm,
But my friend is already waiting,
I told him to come inside our house,
But my friend had been gone.
I remember, he told me he is a secret,
A friend at night that turned into a creep,
I searched through google the name “Shkerky”,
I found a boy who has been lost for over a century.
I was shocked and curious, I’ve never felt scary,
Is my friend that boy who really looks like him?
I was looking for my friend but he never showed up,
In my dream I saw him covered with red liquid.
I guess I am sure my friend was a something,
Till my family knew my tale with that creepy,
We moved to some place,
Far from my friend Shkerky.