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THE BEAST
Lurking behind closed doors,
is something, someone...
Whatever it is, makes your
skin crawl; raise your hair.
Under your bed or in the closet,
shrieks and peeks alarming.
Moving into your head somewhat,
are things that go "boooo".
Shaking and trembling of sorts,
Chilling sounds come into play,
Clank in the dark goes the chains.
You think it will not "stop!"
Michaela Warren 2011
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