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The Visitor
Midnight whispered to the sea,moonlight poking through the trees,and through the window wandered dread,his shadow tall, his eyes so red. As I stared up from my bed,certain that I couldn’t flee,I shivered as his shadow spread,creeping ever close to me. I mouthed to midnight, silently,but she could only watch him tread,across the room with so…
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Witching Hour
The air seems to echo.Her shadow stares as I sleep.I see her eyes even when mine are tightly shut,and all I do is agonise.I stopped making sense over the summer,never looking back,tossing salt over my left shoulder,leaving a trail as I trawl through the days with a million reasons for my melancholy. The walls of…
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Go To Bed, Francesco
Before you dawdle off to dream land,don’t forget to check under your bed,and to sweep the shadowy kingdom that grows behind your door as the lights dim to nothing. He might be coming. Who is he?I couldn’t say.I’d scare you half to death,but you should know that he gnaws on little boys who wander out…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 