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Things are moving, Nothing there! Curtains blowing, Rocking chair. Peripheral shadows, Doors that creak, Haunting groans, High pitched shriek. Hair stands proud On back of neck, Hand on shoulder, WHAT THE HECK!!! Ghosts that wander Fires of hell. Bed time children Do sleep well.
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
Bedtime story.
Things are moving, Nothing there! Curtains blowing, Rocking chair. Peripheral shadows, Doors that creak, Haunting groans, High pitched shriek. Hair stands proud On back of neck, Hand on shoulder, WHAT THE HECK!!! Ghosts that wander Fires of hell. Bed time children Do sleep well.
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Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
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