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Prompt:Trapped by Evil Coloring the world contest – July 18 Superstitious Nature
Whippoorwills echo throughout the dark night. A soul soon will depart and take its last flight. This certain death omen is mournful at best, and resounds through the night allowing no rest. I lie in my bedroom and listen and wait for other sure signs of someone’s fate. My left eye’s been twitching all the day long; the grim reaper’s visit won’t be prolonged. The old mantel clock hasn’t worked for a year, but last night it chimed, now I’m filled with fear! There’s a moth at my window trying to get in. I’m trapped by evil that soon shall begin. Last week the hall mirror fell from the wall; no one was near it to cause it to fall. Someone in this house will soon depart It will be me. I know this in my heart. I’ve salted the doorsteps, and hung out the bells, made a necklace with a spider in a walnut shell. I guess I should surely be making my peace, because I’ll likely be dead before this night shall cease.
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