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Sep 2010
prints smeared down the wall
but now dried, they look like chocolate sauce
you feel eyes crawling over your body
goosebumps arise on your blood-drained skin
you jump, checking first one side, then the other
you know someone was just around the corner
shadow retreats in front, creeping after behind
as you advance down the cave-like hall with your light
something scratches across the floor in your wake
another thing crashes down as you turn
oh my god it's a...
Jack Turner
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