It wasn't the dark that sent the boys running
nor was it the girls following close behind with frightened minds.
It wasn't the shadows or the spooky walls
whose groans echoed in the halls as they creaked in the windy night.
It wasn't stories being told that made them run,
their peers, or even the winds who roared like newly fired guns.
It wasn't a spider, or snake, or monster.
It wasn't a sound, or a being, or a thing thought to be seen.
You see, we looked past the crowd fleeing in fear
and you'll never guess what we saw there.
Down the tiny hall, poised, and standing tall
was a large and grinning child's doll.
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