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Where Did It Come From


Here he comes, walking back down the street. A tall, slim man, roaming in a tux.

Peering in windows, taking one by one. Steeling from families

He only starts by watching,stocking. It continues making them sick.

Until finally he snatches them, taking them back into the woods 

As the children and families yell for him to return there loved one, one screech stands above them all

"MOMMY!...HE HAS NO FACE!" As they disappear into the woods without anymore sound

Except for one last screech.

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