A Scary Story

Sweet separation, She is obvious to me!

We welcome furor n conjugation of verbs

While he smokes that herb- Hermits crawl

On the floor afraid of the ceiling...

The paint is peeling off to give it some meaning....And somehow I regret I stumbled into this. I see wild animals,

And animal prints or hides while there is a crucifix high on the dining table. There between the napkins is an icon of The Last Supper. I'm pentative for this could be our last meal. Super duper.. what it can it be?

Sweet salmon and potatoes and leeks and garlic bread. With a Moscato that was chilled for some time. I didn't have bite and you want to know why!?! The are a cult. That feed you. Fill you up. Then prey on you, I swear! Best believe. We must get out of here! We got out of there with the quicks and caught the train by the coast by ocean. For the cost of five pence and filled with emotion. We were so perturbed and upset. Tears flowed like a river for man kind. And the kindle we did forget. But that doesn't matter. We lit a candle in a church.

And much to our surprise. They were waiting for us. When we walked in there were gasps and screams and blood stained soaked clothes on every human being. If you could call them that.

What did we pray to that night when we wished for a better life. You want to hear scary stories and that's just fine. But there are people who will eat you and we'll be dying. Go, run, faster nowadays. Let's go!

Stat! And praise Jesus' name!