Frightening Poker Game
I am afraid of clowns someone said.
No one laughed.
It was a serious poker game.
Chuckie glared in my direction.
I had not noticed Freddie or Jason yet.
Concentrating so hard on my cards.
When I looked up I tried to bow out.
But I was held in place.
An invisible force controlled me.
A dementor was here!
I was his puppet.
I wished I knew where my invisibility cloak was.
Dracula and the werewolf began salivating.
I knew I was in big trouble now.
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