The deserted place creaked,
She shouldn't have gone in.
There were sharp vines and
I swore in the mucky water,
I saw a fin.
I don't go in the looming place,
To scared for my life.
She hadn't came out.
Had she died?
It's been a while,
But no sign of a soul.
I go in and give a high pitched scream.
For she had been tied to a bloody pole.
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