Tea party

When I was young I used to have what some would call,
Tea parties.
They were held when everyone was out of the house,
And I would set the long table in the dining room.
Every seat was filled,
In that huge room.
Normal kids had stuffed guests,
I had butlers and maids.
They would serve me and Mr. Bear first,
And then they'd all sit.
That's how my parties would start,
Until one day,
When I got curious.
I decided we'd play a game,
But in reality it was a test.
I made my older guests stand at the table while I sat,
And there came my rules.
I told them we were going to play hide and seek,
If you were found you lost and if you went unseen,
I lost.
I gave them 100 seconds to flee around the mansion,
And my smile grew larger as I counted.
There was a sickening joy deep inside of me,
As I thought about what I was doing,
I was serious.
I had always been interested in death and the pain of others,
So I set up this game, this test.
Unfortunately the only way to pass is to stay hidden,
Until I shout 'game over'.
When I was done counting I went up the stairs knife in hand,
The same knife used to cut the cake.
My first victim had no chance and same with the rest,
Noone had won and by the time I finished,
I was covered in blood, and my smile wouldn't fade,
Even as I cried.