Thrilling
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I tip toe around
I hear banter.
What is happening here
at Van Keuren Manor?
Who goes there?
She says.
I shift around
Into the darkness
I am not found.
A sharp noise in the air
No people to stare
The cold air bites my skin
I wish I could be free
It’s a never-ending hunt and I am the hunted
Controlled
The president of stealth
You come upon our domain
Invisible: ghost; roaming within shadows
