Sleep If You Can Here as I lie in the dead of the night, concealed by my blanket to ward off the fright

of creaking and squeaking and groaning floorboards, I relish my fear like the gold a man hoards. Alone in my home, by myself do I wait. I love it, I loathe it, I cheer it, I hate! I hear something creak on the stairway below, then something beside me just whispers "Hello..."
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