I'm not sure who doth lurk there, for my view is quite obscured, but whoever stands beyond that door, I'm certain is impure. The smell of fear upon me, or perhaps just in my mind, as the door knob moves ever so slight, and the hinges softly whine. The chain is locked and holding and I can see a smile there through the crack, as the moon dips behind the clouds and I'm left here in the black.
I'm not sure who doth lurk there, for my view is quite obscured, but whoever stands beyond that door, I'm certain is impure. The smell of fear upon me, or perhaps just in my mind, as the door knob moves ever so slight, and the hinges softly whine. The chain is locked and holding and I can see a smile there through the crack, as the moon dips behind the clouds and I'm left here in the black.
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