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I'm outside alone at night. Nothing there to worry about, right? But there's a scrape of moving earth, I block my scream for all I'm worth, Oh, just a car out in the street, And not the sound of malicious feet. I hear a rustle in the trees, Thoughts of vampires quake my knees, Then what should emerge from the nighttime hush, But a single and innocent, tiny thrush? My relief can know no bounds, But now I hear the most doleful of sounds, The moan of zombies coming nigh? Or just the wind's sweet doleful sigh? But I am brave, I won't give up, Is that howl a werewolf, or a simple stray pup? Now I'm really scared and shaking, From