There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house
It was a knowned fact that Stiles was clumsy. He was always walking into things and always walking a little off. The money he found was bent, the side-walk out side his house was cracked. His first pet walked funny because he had whiskers missing. But no matter what. He was loved. By his dad, his mom, his friends, and family...
But one day strange this started to happen. His friends became something else. He was still clumsy, while his friends grew stronger.
But the Crooked Man was sad.
And once had a thought,
'Why should he be crooked?
When others were not?'
"Everything was worthless,"
He heaved a great sigh,
And went and found a rope,
and tried it to the sky.
Three years later, he's been through hell. Some friends are dead, others moved, and the others wont talk to him. One day he realized: he was the only one sad, while his friends had moved on. He thought he was worthless, no one paid him any mind. So he gave a huge sigh, bought some rope and a chair, and called up towards his mother "I'll be home soon"
Upon a chair, his eyes were blank and dead,
Without another thought, he went and hung his head.
When his dad walked home, he checked on his Son. He found his Son on a chair, eyes blank and lifeless. He had only a second before he saw his son hang his head. The Son made no noise, he didn't make a move. For the second time in his life the Dad was in tears.
Now this story's not yet over,
For this tale it Old and mythed,
Go hide under covers,
There's something not yet told.
"You didn't think I was finished did you?" He crackles as his friend hides under his cover.
"What do you want from me?" His friends yells scared. All he received his a crooked smile and then... Darkness.
There was a crooked man, who had crooked smile.
And if you lived his life, He'll send you through a trial.
He lives for your torment, Makes it full of strife,
And he wont be content...
Until He takes your live!
After that night, nobody has seen Scott. But if you listen, some people say that they see him and Stiles wandering around during the night.
"If They think you're worthy," A women tells, "They take you through a trial. Youre life becomes a living hell... Once it becomes so bad, you kill yourself... They leave.. And the cycle continues.
A/N
Hey guys! So as you can tell this is based on the awesome poem called "The Crooked Man", and I used Stiles as the Crooked Man. But I decided to use a bit of a twist. Instead of it just being Stiles as the Crooked Man, I had him kidnap Scott and make it two Crooked Men XD I hope you enjoyed!