Alexander’s greatest fear
Once there was a child called Alexander he trotted quietly up to his enormous treehouse, and as soon as he got up there he saw a black figure through the corner of his eye. So he stood as still as a rock in the center of the creaky, wooden floor in the wooden shelter up high as the figure poured blood among the painted wooden walls up in an Ash tree. Alexander screamed as a light appeared in the glistening, starry skies above. The light was SO bright it managed to vanquish the incubus down on the land below. Alexander saw the light beam glazed through the summer land. Now no creatures will wander through the pleasured United Kingdom, hopefully...
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