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Who walks the night?
On silent feet.
Down the cobblestone path.
Between the sleeping windows.
Where no one else treads.
Why is he out so late?
Wonders the woman.
Alone at her window.
Fear rippling down her spine.
Has he come for me?
Is my time up?
I must hide.
He's coming closer.
His footsteps have stopped.
Can he see me,
behind my curtains?
Can he sense me?
I do not know.
For the creatures of the night
have special senses.
Special powers.
I hope he hasn't come for me.
THE DEAD GAME
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