I am almost afraid of the dark out there.
The dead cat lunging like a wild bear.
The clock ticking and the books standing,
Wise and silent, on every hand.
The windows screaming like a cat.
Blood dripping from the ceiling and light.
Ghost's blowing like the wind out there.
When I open the windows and go to bed.
Will the ghost come in and kill me?
My bed is shaking like an earthquake.
What am I going to do?
Is something going to break?
By Arusa Zarif 8b/En2
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