The dark eerie clothe shivered in the wind
Savage chaos lurked in every corner’s fold
Shadows traveled along the walls so dim
Shaking was the hand, a candle it did hold.
Fear had formed in the heart once of stone
What could it be lurking in his home
Could it skin him, beat him and break his bones
The candle though bright hardly shown.
Squeakily his voice sounds, “Who’s there?”
Nothing returned but the deafening gale
Even more fear came raising his hair
The air turned musty and tasted quite stale.
Looking hard to see the figure by the mat
Oh thank god, it was just his pussycat.
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Submission Name: Paranoid
