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The Scary Stranger

One day at a candle shop,

I met a man selling lots and lots of candles,

For money, he wanted to swap a vile of blood,

But I really wanted some candles.


“Got any candles?” I asked .

“For that’s how I’ll spend my money.”

“No candles here!” said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.


“I’ve got some lovely blood candles,

I’ll give you a very fine price.”

“I’d rather have some souls.”

The man blinked rapidly thrice.


The man seemed exceptionally creepy,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn’t what I would call fluky,

Great disdain he noticeably smirked.


Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I’m a bit scary.

Still he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty unnecessary.


So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the candle shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

“I can help you, I believe.”


“Candles, souls you shall find.

Cakes, snakes, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to Scoop-Spooky Market.


So to Scoop- Spooky Market I decided to go,

In search of the candles I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.


There were stalls selling green blood,

Witch blood in many shades.

There were even stalls selling wooden stakes,

People were scattered from many states.


I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather eccentric.

I couldn’t help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all unnecessary.


Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, “For you, I have some candles!”

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some graveyards.


“But how did you know?” I asked,

“Do you want them or not?” she did say.

Silently, the candle she passed, there was a hint of green on it,

Then vanished before I could pay.


As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?


By: Mark

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