Nightmare.

In the dark alley of Dilea,
lies the horror of bedtime.
Tickling clock without batteries,
Twitching lights without energy.
Ding! 1 2 Dong!
1 2 Ding, 1 2 Squash!
Falls a dead owl from the thatched ceiling.
"I want your soul. I want your soul"
Whispers the spirits of the dark alley.

The ticking clock runs faster,
The twitching light brightens more and more.
"Where am I?" she thought, tied down with chains and bars.
Somebody help! I'm trapped!
Approaching footsteps of the hammer spirit with sickle on his neck.
Lights off! "Ahhhhh!!!"
"Wake up!Lucy! Wake up!"
Gasps, "m...mo...mom."
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