Through the reflections
Of condensation and ice
I saw a sinister figure
Whom didn't look nice
As I turned
To close the blind
It was there again
Whats it to find?
As I snuggled up
In my warm bed
A croaky, hoarse voice said
Hello Miss
You look weedy and scared
But don't worry
She declared
So eventually
I drifted off
Despite having
A bad cough
I woke up the next morning
Wondering why there was a note on the floor
It said, I am the ghoul
Expect a knock at the door!
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
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