Name

Twisted Illusions

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I create nightmares with my brain pan!

Each night father fills me with dread when he sits at the foot of my bed, I'd not mind that he speaks in gibbers and squeaks, But for seventeen years he's been dead.

Suddenly... I heard a tapping...as if someone gently rapping...rapping at my chamber door....You heard me rapping, didn't you?


The Scariest Monsters Are The Ones That Lurk Within Our Souls

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