Upstairs I hear a creak, a creak once a night. Leading to the bathroom, leaving me with a fright. Upstairs I will not go at night. A soaking hag, she's in my bath, and if I dare walk up the stairs I may find her waiting. A soaking hag, not mad, but on a hunt for whom disturbs her. A soaking hag, getting closer to grab and drag me down to soak, where none will hear I've croaked! A soaking hag, she's in my bath, in which I dare not go to, for if I do I bid adieu to the life I used to know.
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RandomThis story is a mixture of poems, short stories, and just random thoughts that come pouring out of my mind. I hope you all enjoy them just as much as I do!
