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Tooth grinding sound of crushed gravel.
I can hear him coming up the drive.
Is that I axe I see in his hand?
I need to run for my life.
Shoes slipped on, and out the back door.
I need to get out before he sees.
He'll come after me with his axe.
He won't listen to my pleas.
Into the woods I'll run away.
His footsteps falling on leaves,
Heavy with the weight of his axe.
I given in and fall to my knees.
Maybe he'll spare me my life.
Maybe he'll behead me quick.
Maybe he's just here to chop the trees.
Maybe I'm being just thick.
Back to the house I run.
No footsteps behind me now.
I was just being paranoid about it.
Just being a stupid cow.
That was until I noticed...
The blood that was on my hands,
The way I could pass through walls.
No longer these feet did land.
Killed just like I thought.
Must've been too quick too know.
Clearly my paranoia was right.
To the other side I must go.