THE THING...

The sky was black,

Grey,ghostly clouds were ready to attack.

They circled the sky,

Aimed high.

And that's when the dark summoned

The THING....

A terrifyingly, horrible ,possesed creature

That only had one eye for a feature.

I'ts teeth were capapble to break my bones

You'd here it howl and scream out painful moanes

 

 

 

 

As you walk through the graveyard

In the darkness

It will wait and follow you

And haunt you for eternity

It will rip your heart out and make you bleed inside

 

 

The End

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