Once upon a midnight dreary, fast asleep was sweet Buneary. Deep

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>>32257412
Late at night she hates the most
But she had to be a host
Fearing that it be a ghost, cracks it open, softly spoken:

"What can I do you for?"

But seems like nobody was there.
She stepped outside, in crisp cold air.
Looked around and felt despair, and quickly ran back through the door.

Locking it up right behind her,
Something different, a dark reminder
Someone moved the dying fire down into her bedroom floor.

"The candle must have fallen off the wall," Buneary muttered. "The wind outside blew it into the room."

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>>32257480
Buneary had tried her very best
The nightmares she tried to repress
Got to her, now she felt distressed, across the hall was something more.

She stood there staring, quite unpleased.
She walked to her room with unease,
Her feet had stopped and she had ceased, a tapping came from the front door.

Closed her eyes her fright was showing,
Yet the tapping kept on growing.
Ran in her room, never knowing, what was tapping, and what for.

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>>32257603
She locked the door, and not one word,
she jumped in bed, so scared and stirred.
But she paused and then she heard, were footsteps outside her bedroom door.

But then they paused, the silence shocking.
Then there came a harshly knocking.
Knocks so hard the room was rocking, the thing was deathly to the core.

"This has to stop, there's no pretending."
She looked and saw the door was bending,
Out of the bed, she went to tending, pressing up against the door.

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>>32257735
It kept pounding, her body aching.
Buneary crying, body shaking.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT! THE NOISE YOUR MAKING! PLEASE STOP BANGING AT MY DOOR!"

And then it stopped, the doorknob clicked.
The door unlocked, the lock it picked.
Buneary felt the sudden sick, to weak to hold it back from pressing and she wasnow too sore.

The door open, she ran to the corner,
waiting for something to scorn her,
Nothing was there coming for her, it was only the dark and nothing more.

Tell me another story, i can't sleep

>>32257412
Good thread OP. Quality original content. It's a shame to see it so underappreciated. Assuming, of course, that it was you who wrote it

>>32257885
>Your

Quothe the Murkrow "HAIL GIOVANNI!"