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Wounded Whisper

in america there are many mysteries not often mentioned by the public there are beasts in the woods who aren’t animals otherworldly beings called skinwalkers but if you don’t listen to native folklore you’d never know my friend was telling me a story it was twilight and she was walking alone through the woods and what she heard in the suspicious dusk was like the speech of a parrot humanlike but so off and it said in a wounded whisper ‘Help! Help!’ but so disgusted by the gravelly voice she took off running and only as she passed through her door did she look back to see two glinting eyes staring at her from the treeline. 5/29/23, Wounded Whisper, Edward Ibeh

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Date: 5/31/2023 5:27:00 PM
You tell a spooky tale, Sydney, I enjoyed it. Welcome to Poetry Soup. John
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