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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A country weekend I felt, would be just great and so I rented a house in the country where, I could be alone in the quiet and just be creative. Sleep eluded me that first night; I didn’t recall so much noise in the country. I knew the night time creature calls but, then I heard footsteps; someone was in the house with me. I reached for my cell but, found it had no signal. Creeping to the bedroom door, I turned the lock but, heard footsteps on the stairs and a greenish glow appeared underneath the door; it seemed to hover there, several minutes then vanished. I couldn’t believe, the footsteps went back downstairs. I heard them no more but, a squeaky back door told me, the intruder had left. I must’ve fallen asleep shortly afterwards and was startled awake by what sounded like a gunshot. I crept to the window where, I spotted the green glow; it was shaped like a man and it was floating back towards the house once again! I shoved everything into my bag and down the stairs I ran; my car was out front and the thing was, headed towards the back door so, I dashed in bare feet to my car, slammed the door, hit the locks and turned the key. My bare foot floored the pedal and I was on my way. I stopped only when I reached open all night motel, just inside the town. Apologizing for my appearance, I explained the experience and rented a room. The clerk called to me as I started out towards the room; ”What you saw, Ma’am, was the Axe Man; he beheaded the former owners in their sleep!” The Axe Man had been killed while trying to make his escape; the police shot him just behind the house where I’d, last seen the creepy green glow. Suffice it to say that, I got little sleep. My next weekend would be at a more crowded motel and not in the secluded countryside.
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