Well good evening and welcome...
 to the BLUE MOON TAVERN
 what in the world are you doing
 out on this dreadful stormy night
 here sit by the fire while I bring
 you somethin’ strong to drink...
 I usually don't take in strangers
 but I have a room upstairs if you'd
 like to stay here tonight...
 he said thank you but I wouldn't
 want to intrude, I said nonsense
 I could use the company to tell
 you the truth, pouring myself
 a strong drink, he said you're 
 too kind, for all you know I could
 be a mass murderer, a demon in
 disguise, sitting down next to him
 I said well I guess I'd be shit out
 of luck huh but I can sense these
 things and you don't give off that 
 vibe...
 We sat there talking for hours and
 hours, drinking ourselves higher than
 kites, we laughed and laughed 'til
 we cried then he got really quiet and
 looked at me with these cold dark 
 piercing eyes, he said thank you for
 your hospitality but I guess you were
 wrong about me, I’ve been watching
 you and I came here with the intentions
 of killing you tonight and before I could
 utter a word, I felt the cold hard steel
 of his knife quickly thrusted deep into
 my heart and the smile on his face was
 the last thing I saw before everything
 went dark!
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	moontigerntn (
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 - Category: Surrealist
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