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40 lines
1.3 KiB
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AT MIDNIGHT
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by Karin Johnson
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At midnight alone a man walked
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down a darkened street.
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"Nothing will hurt me," he said
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as his heart picked up a beat.
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The wind was blowing leaves around
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as he passed the old dark house
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And the old broken gate in the front
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was screeching like a mouse.
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He saw the light in the window,
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he couldn't believe his eyes!
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"No," he thought, "It's got to be a
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prankster in disguise."
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He'd heard the stories of this old house,
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and thought them just a lie.
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But he couldn't help but believe in them
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as his feet carry him by.
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Of the old man who used to live in the house,
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whose ghost follows you home with his light,
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And kills you without a second thought
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or a scream in the dark of the night.
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And then he saw it! The candle moved
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and started descending the stairs.
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He started to run, faster and faster
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pretending that it wasn't there.
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He got to his house, unlocked the door
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and looked back as he walked in
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There was nothing there except for the sound
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of the ever blowing wind.
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As he shut the door behind him
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he breathed a heavy sigh.
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"How could I be so stupid, so dumb
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I could almost cry?"
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As he turned to go upstairs
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he glanced in the mirror to his right,
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Behind him in the reflection he saw
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the glow of a ghostly candlelight.
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