Behind the Closed Door
Sleep,
you no longer can.
A
scratching at the door you hear.
Down
the steps you walk.
That
damn dog wants in.
Your hand is upon the handle.
An animal’s whine echoes from the
other side
Then
the awake, little voice in your head speaks up.
“You
don’t have a dog.”
Then
a hoarse voice calls from beyond the door.
“Let
me in.”
Rule
#3 – Do not open the door. You will find
no escape. You will only let them in, and then you will die.
Halloween is Coming!!!
My Home:
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