so do the ghosts
whispering in soft voices
sitting there
looking at me
in reflections
with claws on my shoulders
that only I can feel
and often I have felt
a stray draft of air
when it shouldn't be there
but it is
mocking me
something I can't explain
paranormal pranking
that fucks with my brain
when i'm lying in your bed
I hear the scratching in the walls
when I wake up from the dead
there are dirty footprints in the hall
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Something about the night and feeling of being all fucking alone.
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