WHISPERS IN THE DARK
The police wouldn’t listen. I told them all about my night whispers about a missing man I never knew. I saw him clearly dying on the moors. I tried to find him by myself. Now I know what happened. He wasn’t buried alive by murderers. That was my assumption when I saw him struggling, as he was deep down in the soil. My vision was too cryptic. I’m drowning the same way. There’s no one out here but me. There’s no one around for miles. If you are psychic, hear my whispers. Beware of the bog. Beware of the bog…
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