'Jeremy is gone,' that's all I can say
His disappearance happening that dreadful day
The accomplice in my sinister work and plan
That had now caused the bizarre departure of the man
Our business began about a month or two ago
In that cursed town to which I shall never again go
I tremble to think 'it' is not accounted for
Jeremy was one of the first, but there will be more!
We arrived August Twenty-ninth by the local train way
To pay for the old, secluded house in which we would stay
Where Jeremy and I would lock up tight
Secretly preforming our studies by candle-light
There had been strange disappearances of people in the night
Their corpse being found the next day, deathly cold and white
News was spread as many people fled
Leaving the once prosperous town ghostly dead
My associate and I knew we were close to what we wanted
As the news spread about where the thing had haunted
Reports of a shadow creeping 'long alley walls
Of it breaking through windows in people's homes and halls
We wanted to study it, how the 'it' came about
To sample its blood or a tissue sample we hoped to cut out
So we read articles, drew up maps and charts to find the thing
Which moved stealthily and silent like a creature on wing'
We set out on October Thirteenth, a Friday for our hunt
Just taking a few supplies including a spade that was blunt
We searched places of interest where the wicked beast could hide
Which included several of the homes where the victims had died
All the victims we saw had on their necks marks of strangulation
Which only added more bewilderment to out current frustration
The marks seemed to be made by fingers of a large man
We left the bodies in peace, locking up the place as best as we can
Jeremy and I then headed to the town's only cemetery
Where according to the undertaker who had been there since February
That we might find the fiend on that very lot
For strange things were supposedly seen in that spot
We looked about the premises as the man left quickly
Saying that his job was done and that he felt quite sickly
So we searched about with an electric torch from what we did bring
Until Jeremy called to me, he had found something
It was a strange stone like coffin, only half buried in the ground
Our curiosity growing at the odd scene we had found
We carefully dug it up, our hearts feeling like lead
As we both cautiously pulled off the lid to reveal the dead
I can not describe the scene that did quickly unfold
When they found me, I was unconscious I was told
But before the blackness surrounded me, I remember what the thing had said
'Jeremy is gone' it hissed, for now Jeremy is dead...
Jeremy Is Gone- by Jack Skater (Also under my name as FrothyB)
Pencil Thin Gentleman Community Member 
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