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The End Is Near





I hear screams, shouting, arguing, who’s there!?

I hear whispering, crying, the sudden urge for help. Come if you dare!

I hear violins, music playing in the background

I look in the mirror. I can’t see my reflection, I fall to the ground

I start to shiver like I’m trapped by an evil spirit in the night

I try to get up on my feet, but I fall as I see my family in sight

I shout, I scream! But no one can hear me

I look up and ask myself, “why me!?”

I wake up, sweating, but my tears won’t fade away

I go to my mothers room, I shout at her, “mother, I’m here!”

But she can’t hear me, perhaps this wasn’t a nightmare

The truth speaks for itself, one day I shall wake as the evil ghost in the night

But more to the point, your worst fear could come to life!