Obsidian Clouds
Creepy, Unsettling Tales
Saturday, 12 April 2014
Whisper
They weep, they cry.
You ask:
Why?
For You
, they reply.
You ask again:
But Why?
They weep and cry and and wring their hands.
And say:
Behind you She stands.
Who?
You ask and turn around.
A Whisper- and your head falls to the ground.
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