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Do you hear the night?
The thump the bump of the quiet creaky house...
You hear the darkened cry of the lone wolf outside your window and hope to god that it goes away...
You hear the echoes of the passing wraiths, shades and shadows, dancing over your bed sheets and window pane...
Ghosting laughter ripples and shivers within your ears, and the images begin to appear...
A small tide at first, dancing tortuous and subtle across the ether of your mind...
The hacking rend of a kick starting Chain saw...
The splicing whistle of a hastily descending knife...
The growl and tearing rend of Animalistic brutality...
You duck beneath the covers imagining the faces of horror upon horror,
picking and pricking at your sheathed legs and limbs...
Your eyes remain screwed shut, as the darkness stands supine and quiet around you...
Quivering..
Shivering..
Dithering..
Do you hear the night?
I think you do…
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