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| Masked mash The ghosts of horror movies past show up at parties wearing masks for even ghosts dread getting ill and living guests don't beg the thrill of dying. They say one dies but once, but die again? Enough to become a ghost and then haunt your friends. Ghosts' ghoulish stories come-to-life, their dying screams, those slashing knives, (the bloody mess) and bloodier insanity as each outdoes the other with great glee. No one hears the door click shut. No one sees the store-bought robot pocket the key. Who screams first or rather who screams last as ghouls up the volume to a blast... Let's dance dance dance! ...so nosy neighbors don't notice the knash of teeth that chomp, the well-aimed slash among true friends that gather monthly to prance and scream to relive horrors of the movie screen. © Kåre Enga [177.256] (17.oktober.2020) 24 lines of rhyming verse For:
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