>>151073941
>Last thread we complained, lamented the lack,
>Of greentext to tell a story, a narrative track.
>So now I present, in letter and rhyme,
>The tale of Dextra, on this Halloween night.

>Dextra’s room was dull and gray.
>She liked it best that way.
>Since that night, the clown’s sharp bite,
>She’s hidden from the moon’s pale light.

>No bright hues, no happy news,
>Only music. Slow and blue.
>No words to tempt, no thoughts to choose,
>Lest the giggle wake the thing she knew.

>Then came the sound. A Knock. Knock of dread.
>Her blood ran cold; her courage fled.
>Still, reflex made her softly say…
>“Who’s there?” and with that she sealed her fate.