I am the little Mouse under your house...
I know when shes alone and she doesn't have a phone...
I am the little Mouse under your house...
I know your spouse lives in this house...
She doesn't go very far and I know she doesn't drive a car...
I want to grab her and take her far and give her the perfect scar...
For I am no mouse but a man...
And I know how shes been breathing...
I watch her sleeping...
She is your spouse and I am in your house...
I am no Little Mouse...
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Why Must I explain?
HorrorWhy Must I explain? is a random Compilation of creepy little poems and short horror stories I came up with. hope you enjoy :) most of the stories in this book are written like stories told by real people like urban myths or true horrific encounters...
