A Ghosts New Host

April 24, 2011
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His cries kick the cobblestone over.
His grave is shattered as two,
straggly, gnarly, gnashed hands appear.
His hands grasp onto the side.
He flips over, loosing his balance.
He looks down to the rotten coffin,
praying for someone new then,
Hes in your room,
gasping for a breath.
Are you scared yet, young one,
for he could be with you.
The ghost escaped from hell,
can you?

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