The Twilight Man.
The Twilight Man. fear stories
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Thought I'd put part of my persistent sleep paralysis to words.

The Twilight Man.

The Twilight Man comes to my door, And taps, a-taps on the wood. The old, oak door that my grandfather made, When the world was new, and good.

One, a-two, a-three, he knocks, And then his hand is still. His lamb-skin glove an inch away, And I feel that familiar chill.

I dare not obey his beck and call, I have not been tempted yet. His tap is as soft as the nest of a snake, But within the nest, lies threat.

He taps once more, and twice again, Persistent, but just the same. And every night I wait for dawn, And play the nightmare's game.

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