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Adam was a husband,
misused by a wife.
He was very sincere,
and slain with a knife.
Ann laughs at his funeral.
She snickers to the bank.
She escapes with his earnings,
and leaves his life blank.
Ann fooled him for jewelry,
gained his love by theft,
and hides his secret diary,
his only possession left.
She neglects his family,
has sex with his friend,
and is the only one who knows
how his life came to an end.
A night before eleven,
Ann turns on the light.
She reaches for his diary,
in the bookshelf to the right.
After pulling it out,
Ann opens its cover.
On the first page she sees,
her husband had no other lover.
While turning the page slowly,
Ann laughs out loud,
and continues reading on
with her pretty head bowed.
In haste, she grows silent,
staring a paragraph ahead,
stunned while reading
the following words in red,
“I knew you would read this.
I knew I would die.
I was always true to you,
and I never did lie.
You hated my family,
for no reason at all.
They really wanted to meet you,
but you wouldn’t even call.
While I was at work,
you had sex with Jack.
Your love for my friend
made you stab me in the back.
The night before you killed me,
you saw me in a dream.
I chased you through the forest,
to the narrow bloody stream.
I’ve told you my secrets.
There’s nothing else to see.
By opening my diary,
You’ve only summoned me.”
Ann glances ahead quickly,
but sees nothing there.
She looks all around her.
It’s the same everywhere.
Suddenly, Ann hears footsteps
creeping down the hall.
They sound very lightly,
like taps against a wall.
She backs away slowly,
shivering in fear,
staring into the doorway
as the footsteps grew near.
Finally she sees something,
and couldn’t breathe a scream,
eyeing an animal
she’d ran from in a dream.
It’s a huge black wolf,
with glowing red eyes,
showing its pointed teeth,
enormous in size.
Ann stumbles over a chair,
and falls to the floor,
staring into its eyes
as it stands at the door.
She has nowhere to run,
and no place to hide.
Ann gets up in trembles
as it steps inside.
As the animal creeps closer,
she backs to the wall.
Ann’s alone with this creature
standing three feet tall.
She drops her husband’s diary,
and it fell to the floor.
The book burst into flames,
and its smoke began to soar.
The wolf moves closer,
“Stay away!” Ann cries.
She screams, and it attacks her.
For this night, she dies.
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