I will read you a story.

It might be all too gory

For you to understand

But I’ll give you a hand.


A blight falls on a town.

It’s sure to make you frown.

Residents  disappear.

I want to make this clear.


This isn’t a regular place.

Don’t give me that dark face.

It’s a place of evil creatures

And many more creepy features.


Dark shadows stalk the night,

Giving tourists a fright.

Florida can be a scary place.

I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.


The Dead want to kill you.

You’ll be their dinner too.





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