The Chase

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I run through the city of ghosts

Not knowing where I am

Not knowing who I am

But I do know I must run

For they are chasing me

I here a howl fly through the air

Ghastly screams about me

Livid chills rush up my spine

As a sickly squelch sounds

For they have caught their next victim

Me

-HM

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This is my horrible atempt at a horror poem and I know its not that long but it seemed like a fitting end. I'm sorry that this is turning into a poetry book but its somthing new and I'm kinda having fun expiramenting with it. But I promise that next time I'll write a short story instead. :-) Please comment vote and fan! Thank You :-D

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