I'm afraid because Fears is in that closet,
and he suddenly bursts out,
splinters of wood flying everywhere.
I run, and find myself
in the most hedious place one can imagine...
I slip on something slimy,
all I see is a cave-like... SOMETHING!
It's undescribable, except for the stalagtites
and stalagmites of green/brown slime,
and I hear hedious laughter behind me.
Mr. Fear is coming.
I scramble to my feet,
screaming, gropping,
and for all my efforts,
I fall right back on my face.
Laughter coming closer,
I whimper, cower in fear.
I can do nothing,
while my heart threatens to burst out of my body,
and leave me all alone in my terror.
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