Around the corner by: sarah (@TurtlesS406)

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Every time I sleep,
I dream, I'm walking through a house.
Every night I walk I see the creep.
He stands around the corner.
I'm afraid to look.
I pretend he's not there,
And pick up a book.
I see myself turning the corner.
But, I don't want to look.
I know he's alive and real.
Then I see him.
No face, all dim and dark.
Just before he reveals himself,
I'm back.

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