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The humming.. STOP the HUMMING. Where is it coming from. WHERE?. It sounds just like a wet finger being dragged along the rim of a crystal wine glass half full of water. Irritating. . .
Fear is a cannibal, He feeds on himself. He lives in dark avenues, Hid under shelfs. Waits round every corner. Two places at once, On the path ahead.
#10wordchallenge Sorry bout being late, but still want to know your opinion(@Littlekitten). I first saw her in a mirror. A lovely young girl dancing, beneath a christmas tree.
An edited #Acorn 16+ I'm that hooded figure, At the end of your bed. I'm the bogey man, Understand what I said .
04/12/12 It's been a while since I updated my blog. I don't really remember where I've been for the past week.
I will haunt you in your dreams When my heart and soul screams Done me wrong. I'm just that strong Close your eyes tight I'll haunt your dreams tonight Not yet scared.
She stumbled through, her dress dragging along and catching on every root she stepped on, on every branch she passed. It was dark and hard to see, and she thought she heard voices every now and then.
Your hands behind your back, Tied tightly with a rope. Your sitting on a cold, stone floor, Wondering how you'll cope. You try to loosen the rope a bit, But your hands get covered in blood.
In her chest was a black heart, Beating viciously from when her life did start. It has nothing good inside or out, Her painted red lips she gave us a horrid pout.
There was a figure, dressed in only white, in the near distance. On this silent land, her voice was sure to be heard by everyone.
#adventchallenge Dropping down from his watchman's post, With a sounding thud, his great sack close, Tipping back his hat, jingles his bells, Merry face revealed, he will summon no yells.
Little Girl (part 1) "You coming?" John, my best friend asked. We had stayed late after school so I could have time to clean my locker. We went to an all boys school. No girls allowed.
Sitting across the dull hall, eyes fixed on the door in front of me, fear rising from deep inside of me. I feel worry and ice cold sweat rubbing on my skin as if not mine, as if foreign and wrong.
I hear something in the dead of night Outside of my window, just out of sight I hear it creep inside my house Quieter than a skilful mouse It creaks slightly on the first step But I hear no...
When the stars align And the churchbells chime She'll flee with her red hair flowing Fighting against the wailing wind blowing To escape the monsters stalking her on the moor.
Hello again, and today is Thursday, November 29, 2012. Isn't is strange how out of all our dreams that nightmares are the most realistic. Not only that, but they show us our real fears.
#nightdwellers #beginingline #sjw Inspired by H.P. Lovecraft's story "The Outsider" I stood frozen, facing the old, ornate mirror and too scared to open my eyes.
Rolling hills and fields of green stretch as far as eyes can see. The brilliant blue dome of the heavens is remarkable in its intense clarity. All in all this is a beautiful place.
Ana and Mia, the twins from hell, They'll beat you down into a shell, Their older brother's name is Ed, Together, they will leave you dead.
#nightdwellers #beginningline I was stood frozen, facing the old ornate mirror, and too scared to open my eyes... That night had been a dark night, but it definitely wasn't stormy.
Left in the dark, the dungeons of old, The tormented beasts of stories untold, ...The screams and the cries, ...the howls and goodbyes, The darkness that is not empty, Where fears...
#thepath This is gonna be a series of posts based completely on the well known video game 'The Path' hope you enjoy.
It's all ... Things. Things and Stuff. It can't change. I'm stuck, looping. It's so boring. So dead. A standing corpse, stiffening where it stands, the broken reality where we live.
Someone's always watching me, Someone's always close behind, Someone's playing with my thoughts, Someone's toying with my mind.