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The Closet Door

The closet door is partially open, More than a crack. Yet I cannot see The goblins yet. My heart beats wildly as my imagination soars me back to Childhood when I could feel the angry mean bogeyman Under my bed, ready to grab my feet Or my hand. Oh, yes, the closet door is open.

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Ryan Hughes

Date: 8/11/2018 12:25:00 AM

Yeah!! Loved it...now that's my cup of tea

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/11/2018 10:47:00 AM

I had fun with it too.

Lyric Man

Date: 8/10/2018 10:00:00 PM

Caren, reading this created a few flashback moments. Great write!!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 8/10/2018 11:58:00 PM

thank you Lyric Man. I was sitting in my overstuffed chair, when I happened to notice the closet door slightly ajar and my heart began beating really fast!