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I sit in the hallway,
A cry on my lips,
Closer and closer,
The thing does slip,

Frozen in fear,
Dumb with fright,
I huddle there,
In the black of night.

No where to run,
No where to hide,
It has death,
I know how to die.

A sob escapes,
A low moan,
The thing chuckles,
Knows I'm alone.

Fearful, afraid,
Another cry,
It approaches slowly,
To where I lie.

No chance yet,
I stand to run,
But gone forever,
One step I lunged.