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The horror, it slumped
Across the hardwood it squelched
The steps wet
with sweat and muck
The skin, it sloughed
Baggy and sagging
Gray and molded
Dead yet undead
The eyes, they screwed
Loose in the head
Pointing to the wall
And to the floor
The smell, how it reeked
Of dead fish and rotten eggs
Soaked in sour milk
And left in the sun
The Horror, it moaned
Screech muffled in a gurgle
To chill your blood
As it trudges for you
Its hand outstretched
Dread fills your heart
The wall stops your escape
A death grip takes your arm
You try to scream
A stench chokes you
A maw covers your mouth and nose
And sucks your life away
The Horror eats
Not satisfied
It finishes you
And looks for more
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