Materialize
Outside the old house where me and my family lived, there lived a shadow that searched for souls to torment in the night; for once fear filled my senses was when it came. And materialized outside the house, shreeks from outside were wailing in, and the windows shattered. At about this point in fright I had spilled my coffee all over my brand new tailored pants around the crotch area. I gave a page to my priest that lived around the corner, though he’d know something about this. He hurried over and brought over the “good book” and an old small rugged cross. As he entered my driveway the spirits attempted to harm him, but could not for some estranged reason, but the ground opened up and swalled him alive, burying him in the depts of my own friggin yard; and I was stuck with this cross, and the Bible.
Then I woke up…..
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