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Something about it.
There was something about it.
Something about the way it reeked,
Of stale champagne and spoilt cheese.
There were no windows;
Eery.
Yet, I was drawn to it.
Like nails to a magnet.
I knew I was going to die.
But I went anyway.
The villagers thought I was crazy.
Maybe I was!
But I stalked further and further,
Into the darkness the forest brought forth;
The smell swallowed me,
I could sense the vilagers' held breath,
Then I began to hear the screams;
Come on! We've been waiting for you!
I turned back and began to run back home,
But it was too late.
Something about the way it reeked,
Of stale champagne and spoilt cheese.
There were no windows;
Eery.
Yet, I was drawn to it.
Like nails to a magnet.
I knew I was going to die.
But I went anyway.
The villagers thought I was crazy.
Maybe I was!
But I stalked further and further,
Into the darkness the forest brought forth;
The smell swallowed me,
I could sense the vilagers' held breath,
Then I began to hear the screams;
Come on! We've been waiting for you!
I turned back and began to run back home,
But it was too late.
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