I wonder if
Like the attic
The world is dark and quiet
I wouldn't know
All I've known
Is this attic
Ms. Wonder comes to visit
With her long black hairy friend
And every time she does
We play the game again
I run around and laugh
As she tries to snatch
When were done she said that was fun
And says she'll get me next time
A day later
The tall black hairy friend
Tells me I can't play the game again
He runs me through with shards of glass
And I've won the game at last.
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Short horror stories
Short StoryThis is currently done unless i decide to do more in the future, it's kinda boring for me now and i just don't have a drive for horror like the scrub 13 year old i once was. so enjoy this. About this Story, id say its crap, there are a few good ones...
