I hear it every night, the dirge.
Its dark melody does not let me sleep. The song calls out to me. It’s disturbing.
Why can’t my victims just stay dead. Why do they have to sing? If they had learned to shut up, they would have been alive.
Jeez! Annoying even in death….
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Prompts:
Twittering Tale #97 – 14 August 2018 – Things That Go Bump in the Night
Another really nice story. ☺
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Very nice. Those pesky victims! Great twist!
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Hahaha! Omgosh! This is brilliant! Lol
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Thanks so much, Laura! 😀 😀
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Simplistic yet haunting, nice work.
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Thanks a ton, Lion! 🙂 🙂
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Wow! ♥️
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Thank You! 🙂
Long time no see, Apple!
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Awesome – in death they still howl. 🙂
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Thank you!! 😀
They do howl!! 😉
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so funny!
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Thank You! 😀
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The most is hauntingly beautiful.
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Thanks so much, Neha! 🙂
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Reminded me of The Telltale Heart! Both funny and scary!
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Thanks a lot! 😀
Poe is one of my favorites!
My work reminding you of his is a huge compliment! 🙂
Do keep visiting! 😀
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