Candle-lite flickering, shadows loomed.
Bringing an uneasy feeling across the room.
I sat on my rocking chair, my favourite reading nook.
Got all nestled in and picked up the good Lord's book.
Fear not! Sayeth the Lord! Was the first thing I read.
The sounds I heard next drained the blood from my head.
A Hideous scraping sound chased by a foreboding thump.
I dropped the good book and stood straight off my rump.
It echoed from the kitchen, my blood pressure dropped.
Thrust forth my candle. Thank the Lord it was only the mop.
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