The Grandmother Clock Tumbled From the Corner

I was asleep on the sofa, right where you're sitting now, I was dreaming about you. You were dead, and I had killed you, I heard then a loud crash and it jolted me awake. The grandfather clock tumbled from its place in the corner but stood sturdy as ever. As I sat there, looking at the closed door to the hallway and the stairs beyond, I knew that whatever had come down those stairs was now on the other side of that door. It was you, standing in the doorway, it was you, and you opened your mouth, and dirt, and worms, and old leaves fell out,. And you began to chant, feed it, feed

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