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After the funeral I never left the house
He was the only one I loved, my only spouse
I sleep alone at night, no one to hear speak
However in the dead of night I can hear the floors creak
The doors open and close, it gets dreadfully cold
I'm loosing hair over this, I think I'm going bald
It's gone on far too long I am loosing sleep
Every single night I hear creak, creak, creak
But tonight I know he's here he's scratching at the door
I can hear the thuds as he crawls across my bedroom floor
He looms over me emitting an odour of rot
His saliva dripping on the bed creating a large wet spot
He puts a bony hand upon my shoulder and whispers in my ear
His voice rough as gravel "It's time to go dear."