A swarm of black ghouls
Surrounded me as I slept
Meaning to bite into my fear
I stared at the pointy teeth
The wide, empty eyes
Gathered myself
No! I shouted
You are not real
Go away.
Like a bevy of bats
They rose
A fragmented swath
I would not meet again.

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