Nocturnal Stench: Poetic Tale of the Haunted Socks
In the dim-lit corner of a forgotten room, Dwells a terror, a source of impending doom. A pair of socks, once white, now off-grey, Harboring an entity, ghastly and fey. The stench is alive, a creature within, Born of sweat and mortal sin. As the moonlight dances on the floorboards old, A tale of smelly…