"I prowl when the moon is a white hole in the night," said the werewolf.
"I haunt the living when the clock strikes midnight," said the ghost.
"I come ashore when the tide is high," said the sea monster.
"I appear on the left shoulder whenever the opportunity presents itself — which is often," said the Devil. And the Devil smiled.
The others felt a chill go up their spines.
The End
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