In the night you hear scratching and grating
there’s a knock at the door you lie waiting
As you lie ‘neath the sheets
there’s a tug at your feet
you look up and she’s there, dead eyes hating
another perhaps…
In the night you hear scratching and grating
there’s a knock at the door you lie waiting
As you lie ‘neath the sheets
there’s a tug at your feet
you look up and she’s there, dead eyes hating
Scary…. FANTASTIC!
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Ghoulish! Love!
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Cheers Mel!
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Yikes! Good one!
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