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I woke to noises from my basement.
I laid there stunned: in stiff amazement.
And through the dark, I heard a creaking.
A Dracula, there, must be creeping.
I’m going to get my wooden stake.
Could my senses be in error,
And is this just one more night terror?
The sweat upon my brow is beading.
His lips are wet; my heart is beating.
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