T'was a dark and stormy night, with thunder crashing over head. Little dusks running to hide under covers on their bed. Goblins and ghouls would soon roam the street, inflicting fear into all that they meet. But here stands a creature, and wouldn't you know it, he's reciting Hamlet, he's kind of a poet! He arose once a year to put on a show for boys and girls, quoting his lines as he emphasized gestures in swirls. The audience cheered as he bowed for applause, he was the kindest undead that there ever was. 4 in. Includes Printed Story
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