Horror Story #1


I locked the door behind me

And as I sat on the toilet seat

I looked down at my feet

Red, from the lack of heat

I began remisicing on memories

Bur it wasn't long until I was done

I craned my neck around and had a frown

My head began to pound - my heart fell to the ground

For there was no toilet paper to be found


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