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 keeping them canned up like that—maybe they all saw it was a chance to get a body and live again. They must have all crowded inside and taken possession of his body at once. wonder what his astral did?

Maybe they fought.

Anyhow, they couldn’t all occupy one body, and so.

This thought is driving me crazy.

The ambulance boys say I’m getting jumpy.

This hospital gives me the creeps.

Guess I’ll see if I can’t get another job.

I dwell alone, behind the stone,
 * In the Shadow’s grisly gloom;

My watch I keep when flesh-folk sleep,
 * Before Grohrishou’s tomb.

At dank midnight in sulfur light
 * My pallid shape I show;

And those that see, in terror flee,
 * Nor ever respite know.

I glide among the staring throng
 * Of gravestones in the dark,

For here I reign; ’tis my domain,
 * This ghoulish Dead Men’s Park.

And in the rooms of ghastly tombs
 * I rattle dead men’s bones;

My shrieking laughs ’neath epitaphs
 * Are heard ’mid sighs and groans,

In every storm I show my form,
 * The timids’ blood to freeze;

I haunt their halls, their ruined walls;
 * I leer from out the trees.

I live alone behind the stone,
 * Whose gray top reeks with gore;

Each thing that runs my presence shuns—
 * Alone forevermore!