An Ode To Shadows And Screaming
As I stand in the shadows, I hear someone approach.
I adjust my mask on my face, I slow my breathing.
The unsuspecting victim, comes ever closer.
I reach out, and touch them.
They turn in shock and disappointment as the shuffle through the nearby door. I creep away. Ever stalking my prey, always avoiding my imminent doom.
Just random ramblings. If you can figure out what I'm talking about, you get a special exploding cookie.
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