Ashly Karp
You open the door, and come home to your sibling laying on the ground unconscious.
Your hearts starts racing; breath is short.
No one else is home, a ruckus comes from the closet
Slowly turning a the knob.
Hands emerge from the darkness, launching at you.
Your Mother jumps out, yelling “April fools day!”
We got you good didn’t we?
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