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Ventriloquist

Ventriloquist It’s just creepy noises. Turn out the lights before bed. Maybe it’s a curse. A scary doll going berserk. Coming alive. Moving its eyes. Looks so real. Someone made a deal. The doll comes alive. Don’t be afraid you might die. Look under the bed. It’s just a nightmare in red. Someone opened the box. A ventriloquist can talk. A puppet with no strings. It’s only a bad dream. Every doll has a story. Call out their name, it’s gorry. Blood runs down the mirror. Don’t hold on to the fear. Check into a hotel if you dare. Don’t be scared. Dead silence 1941. Your next, there is no place to run. A creepy doll lives in your closet. Take it to the grave because you must bury it. It lives through your screams. It survives through your dreams.

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