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A Ghostly Encounter
When it's late And Very, Very dark Everyone's sleeping Shhhhhhh!
We hear knocking it's getting Closes, close and closer Then C - R - E - A - K! What's that noise?
Then Suddenly The door swings open White Shapes, floating in We lie still Very, very still! A ghostly Whisper fills the air Whooooo!
We pull up the covers Hide our Heads Too SCARED To leave our beds
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