The door creaked on its rusty hinges
Flipped open and what I saw
A frightening effigy of my mother long gone
And alone in a lonely night
I embraced my only companion
A straw pillow
And what did they say?
A ghost!
All this I knew
A dream!
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Short, sharp, crispy, scary and revealing! Like it like that! ! !