There are monster seeds in us all

Seeds that sprout like seeds tossed errantly in a forest

Most of them do not sprout and grow

Yet once in a while One does

And turns a simple innocent forest,

Into a haunted forest of Nightmares

or a desert of devoid of life

save that of screaming ghosts. 

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