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Night Terror

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By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

Lying in bed, hearing a noise

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My overactive imagination is working overtime

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I’m in a universe of trouble

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I don’t know what to do

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Feeling the drool soaking my bed

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I know they’re all around me

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Monsters coming from every dimension possible

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Each wanting to feed on me

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I can smell their sulfur scent

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As they circle all around me

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Waiting for my eyes to open

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Then they’ll drag me to hell

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Mother Combs

Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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    Written by Mother Combs