My eyes traced the concrete fractures This is where the dread and unease Detonate the fear I’ve been hiding Rough edges jagging into erratic lines Deep, dark, wide gaps that if stepped on Would break your mother’s back And conjure an army of fiends Of monsters and ogres, of ghosts Cracks that if tread upon…
It’s the kind of fog that stole my breath Thick and shadowy Dark skulking movements that stuck to my skin. Ominous and dangerous It held the memory of every broken scream I hated this kind of fog And for the longest time It’s the only kind I knew It swallowed the sun leaving me isolated,…
I can feel you Slinking around In my periphery You’re waiting For me to search My surroundings To find the cause Of my unease You’re loving Every second Of my discomfort But… My apprehension Isn’t real I am playing To your fantasy I secretly delight In being the one That’ll expose The terrors You’ve planned…
Worry is a creative soul Knocking sense around Like alphabet blocks Building wooden castles Stuffing them with dreams Just to watch them burn Carrying extra demons In case the devil alone Isn’t enough to destroy The human she’s become
The cracks will swallow you When you least expect them to The deep dark veins below Snake around your feet And slither silently to and fro Ubiquitously lacing surfaces Unapologetic and merciless With obscure secrets to bestow Giving air to the beasts beneath Who wait patiently to consume Eventually and completely The humanity that treads…
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I’m the type of person who will purposely walk down a dark hallway at night. Turning off into dark alleyways to watch the shadows dance on brick walls and craving the way an unexpected sound makes my heart race with the speed of adrenaline. I am sort of obsessed with stories filled with supernatural ghosts, demons,…
Some stories get told and they can’t find rest inside your soul. The stories fight like ghosts trying to find a way out. Well… This week I read two stories that have left a huge battalion of ghostly visions inside my mind and writing is my way of making sense of it. The stories are hard…
FINAL 31 DAYS OF HORROR SUNDAY LINKUP Thank you to EVERYONE who wrote or read this month! GRAVE CHOICE SYMPHONY OF THE DAMNED NUMBER ONE CRUSH WITCH HUNTER THE LADY OF PORTHCAWL A VERY JESSICA HALLOWEEN BEHOLD A WHITE HORSE and finally JESSICA If you had been reading along you would have read the…
31 DAYS OF HORROR (LINK UP YOUR SCARY STORIES IN THE COMMENTS BELOW) WRITTEN BY TWINDADDY AND HASTYWORDS Streams of orange Torrents of black Dangled overhead Twisting and turning Ebbing and flowing Driving me mad The haunting grows closer I can’t stand to watch I know what is coming The fear, the bleeding The ethereal…
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