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Terrors and fears,
lurking everywhere. Shadows in darkness, monsters in the closet, spiders in the attic, goblins under the bed. Darkness shrouding, covering their trails. Lights flash on, dark shadows disappear banished to the corners, in the closet, under the bed. Monsters, monsters everywhere! Not a thing, to be seen, in the bright electric light. Leave a light on, so that we can see them when they try to hop from shadow to shadow avoiding the light. Hiding in the darkness, they only come out at night. When it is darkest, monsters of shadows, terrors of the dark, awake in the night.
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