User:NOORDINARYLLAMA

"What a to-do to die today, at a minute or two to two;

A thing distictly hard to say, but harder still to do

We'll beat a tattoo at twenty till two

A rat-atat-tat-tattoo

And the dragon will come when he hears the drum

At a minute or two till to two"

Young and naive, working a low paying job trying to work my way up in the social ladder, I did not concern      myself with trivial things like the supernatural which was seemingly my downfall. I rented a cheap                  apartment, low rent, shady neighboors, and families struggling with the modern economy. We walked past    eachother in the halls and made small talk, mostly on the weather and then one time their youngest child      commented on my tattoo saying it looked like his best friend. My tattoo was a dragon, but little kids are adorable and have imaginary friends so I smiled and laughed.

On the third wendsday of every month the neighboors to my right would leave, all of them, cloaked in black    faces covered. Which was fine by me until it started.... a nursery rhyme repeating over and over in a            sickly sweet and unassuming voice,

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