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by Cameron Fleming

I was walking around my house; I heard a crash; It came from downstairs; I started to dash

I saw the hole; After the painting did fall; It doesn't look bad; It's just a crack in the wall;

I see something in the dark; it is a black dot; It's a spider; Among the wall's rot

It doesn't look big; I look closer to see what caused it;

Earlier I was holding a hammer; maybe the wall I did hit;

Oh no! What is that; It is another spider; It took long fast steps; along with this strider;

Out of the whole; there came more; out of the walls out of the ceiling; out of the floor;

They crawled over to me; I started to run; when I heard the alarm clock; and saw the rising

sun;

It was just a dream!; I did declare; when I heard a crash; It came from down the stair.