One last thing before I go,
Look out for the creature.
He lurks in the dark
He hides in the shadows.
Shh, I think I hear him coming.
I think I see him now.
You better run and hide.
Hurry before he sees you peaking.
Quickly before he catches you.
Run little child as fast as you can.
His footsteps are growing louder.
Your heart is beating faster.
Time is running out.
Who knows if you're going to make it.
This might be your last night.
This is it.
This is the end.
You close your eyes.
You cover your head.
And before you know it,
He's eaten you up.
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