All Hallows’ Eve

I enter your room as a chilled breeze while you slumber deep. My translucent hand glides along the wood as I hover near your footrail. You’ll become aware of my presence when I deem. When icy fingers puncture your chest, rip your heart out, and leave you unable to scream.

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