Midnight Terror
Walking on the street, I hear heavy feet.
Walking on the street,
I hear heavy feet.
Walking faster,
steps coming closer.
Hand on my shoulder,
I give out a deep shudder.
Big hands grab my arm,
I am quaking with a…
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