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Dec 2017
The ground is damp
Lets light a lamp
Put away the stuffs
And build a camp
There is the lake
Lets hurry and make
The camp fire light
To bright up the night
It seems too dark
I hear the dog bark
Over there in that park
Opposite that is a house
The haunted wretched
All withered and patched
But that's far from here
An unusual atmosphere
We observe the surround
Laying low to the ground
Nothing happened scary
Except the mist appeared in a hurry
And dang at 3a.m
We heard awful cries
Loud fights
****** sights, yet
All gone by the morning light
No more camps for me
I don't want to be
The next victim of phasmophobia...

Β©sim
Fictional write.
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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