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Haunted

Tiny shadows lurking in the hallway
Following you like a creep they sway
Melting into darkness,the silence
So errie,you might even lose sense;
Cracking up the wooden stairs
Footsteps that you never heard
The bravest of the bravest dares
Lost when the real spook is shared.
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Feel someone knocking the door
Isn't there a bell to ring?
Open it and freeze to your floor
To see you're the one to ping;
Stumbling back,you break down in tears
The bed you left is no more empty
Yet not reached the height of fears
When you spot you're sleeping,so pretty .
Every night,you grab a midnight snack
With your buddy,you warned to behave
Taken aback as you turn your back
Only to watch him drifting to his grave;
Finding a shoulder to rest on
In the now broken elevator
Wait for a second,hold on
Weren't you alone in here?

You were dreaming,sound asleep
Someone tried to choke you up
Jolting awake from your night sleep
Panting for stale breath,you sat up;
Only to see a red bruised mark
All round your soft neck
Where you had drifted alone in the dark
The empty chair rocking so fast,it could almost break!



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