Thing’s that go BUMP in the Night

rhoda anne young
3 min readDec 30, 2021

They come in the middle of the night. From underground. They leave their burrows, and follow their scouter.

They come with the intentions. To seek and destroy.

To destroy everything. We hear them hurtling through their tunnels. Digging the ground before them. Creating new paths for their venture. Seeking out our scent. The ground tremblingly beneath us.

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rhoda anne young

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