You plan to stay around the town awhile?
Well, then I guess the Gilman house is best.
But frightful things occur there late at night;
You might have problems getting proper rest.
I wouldn't try that restaurant down the street.
Some mighty nasty lookers loiter there.
You'll know them by their shambling, awkward gait,
And bulging eyes that gaze with froggy stare.
They seem to grow more wretched every day;
You'd think they must be taking ugly pills!
Their scabby, shriveled necks are seamed and creased
As though they might be growing fishy gills.
Copyright 1997 Franklyn Searight
First Appearance: Nightscapes #2
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