The good night thread.

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Goodnight, everyone! I'll probably be posting again, tomorrow!

I got invited to a birthday party and probably will go to bed after that so possibly
goodnight.

Turn off the light, sleep tight, have a good night, so you can wake up bright.

I'll be hitting the sack shortly, Nighty Night.

good night to everybody who is going to sleep but I have insomnia tonight and will be up for a long time.

good night

Goodnight. It's 2:37. I'm going to get some water because I just took some pills that said drink with lots of water with hard liquor. After that I go to bed.

a scary bedtime poem

The Ghost of Goshen

Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow,
Where rushing rills, with flash and flow,
Are over the rough rocks falling;
Where fox, where bear, and catamount hide,
In holes and dens In the mountain side,
A Circuit-preacher once used to ride,
And his name was Rufus Rawling.

He was set in his ways and what was strange,
If you argued with him he would not change,
One could get nothing through him.
Solemn and slow In style was he,
Slender and slim as a tamarack tree,
And always ready to disagree
With every one that knew him.

One night he saddled his sorrel mare,
And started over to Ripton, where
He had promised to do some preaching.
Away he cantered over the hill,
Past the schoolhouse at Capen's mill;
The moon was down and the place was still,
Save the sound of a night-hawk screeching.

At last he came to a deep ravine,
He felt a kind of queer, and mean
Sensation stealing o'er him.
Old Sorrel began to travel slow,
Then gave a snort and refused to go;
The parson chucked, and he holloa'd "whoa,"
And wondered what was before him.

Then suddenly he seemed to hear
A gurgling groan so very near,
It scattered his senses nearly.
"Go 'ome, go'ome," It loudly cried,
"Go 'ome," re-echoed the mountain side,
"Go 'ome," away In the distance died-
He wished he was home sincerely.

And then before his startled sight,
A light flashed out upon the night
That seemed to "beat all creation."
Then through the bushes a figure stole,
With eyes of fire and lips of coal,
That froze his blood and shook his soul
With horror and consternation.

He lost his sermon, he dropped his book,
His hair stood up, and his saddle shook
Like a sawmill under motion
No cry he uttered, no word he said,
But, suddenly turning Sorrel's head,
Away and out of the woods he fled
As fast as he could for Goshen.

The ghost he saw and the rattling bones
Were a pumpkin, a gourd, and some gravel stones,
That gave him all that glory;
But ne'er again up that mountain side,
In the light would Rufus Rawling ride,
And many a time I've laughed till I cried
To hear him tell the story.

I'd like to say goodnight to all of you. I have the flu, and I really should get some sleep. I might see you in 4 hours, I might see you, in 12 hours. :O)-----------l

^ I feel bad as well, only I'm suffering from my allergies. I could see y'all tomorrow or it could be a day or two after.

Good night, WP! See you guys tomorrow!

GOOD NIGHT!
It's 2:15am, and although I'm still REALLY hyper, I'm going to get off the computer and try to sleep! (Plus my rabbit stopped banging on his cage for the first time tonight!)

I'm next.

good night
im going to watch some anime then go to bed

good night everyone.

Good night everyone, I posted here an hour ago (it's 2:22 now) but I might try to sleep this time. I doubt I can though.