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In a dark dark house, Was a door, Made of mahogany, As was the floor. In a dark dark house, Was a room, With another door, A cold place, colder than a tomb.
Becca come in here a spider is on my wall" ."ugh shut up Lizzy it's just a little spider. So of course my big sister Becca killed it as usual.
You, you demon,. Wings of flame,. Onyx eyes,. Inflicting pain,. You, you demon,. Blood of ice,. Bones of fog,. With luck of dice,. You, you demon,. Nettle tongue,. Dry ice smoke,.
Tomino Hell is a Japanese legend that if you read it aloud they say you will become cursed.
#youngwritershousehold. Mirror Mirror,. What a killer,. My reflection isn't sweet,. But that girl isn't me,. She does the same as I do,. At the mirror she comes too,. But it isn't me I swear,.
#youngwritershousehold I look into the mirror, My reflection was not there, Instead there was a ghost's face, It gave me such a scare.
She stands before the mirror, draped in black green and gold, her riches surround her, but she cannot be happy when there is so much else to have....
EXERCISE CAUTION BEFORE READING, contains things that some people may find disturbing. Thanks, you can read it now Creak..... Creak..... Creak..... Crack.
Running, Along unknown shores, Running, Don't care anymore. Fleeing, Through the night, Can't stand, The harsh light. Sprinting, Away from dawn, Only evil, Comes with the morn.
#nightdwellers. Tracing inked creases between split rock,. A slinking dragon over each cracked block,. Onyx scales sleek as the night sky,. Fuel for your spirit he will supply,.
#household. Murder in the fireplace,. Darkened mind to keep your pace,. Craft the flames through sightless eyes,. Forge the fuse to spark the lies,. Murder in the fireplace,.
Darkness surrounds. It brings out the quietist sounds. Causes your imagination to flow. And create creatures that glow. Creatures that roar and scratch. Or bite your back. You imagination let's loose.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all...
#youngwritershousehold. Nightmare of the night,. You're in for a fright,. Searching deep within,. For the inner demon,. Your heart rushes,. You cheek flushes,. Inky hands consuming,.
#youngwritershousehold Tossing and turning, Sweating in bed. Horrible dreams, Weaving through my head. Clench my fists, Howl in pain. Gasp for breath, Red in shame.
My death, inevitable, A small piece of me alive My soul in your soul My heart in your hand A death so helpless So pathetic and weak And you smile Comfort me My dead eyes there Still Watching Watching...
It's raining blood, Gushing down by the bucket Poorly hidden away Tempted just to say 'Fuck it' What use is there in crying.
Can you hear it?.... Can you hear that sound.
Drip, drip, drip.
Tick Tock Tick Tock All I hear In this old house No rain or winds Not even a mouse Tick Tock Tick Tock A creak of my door As I take an adventure This night owl Follows her curiosity for...
It's getting darker. The Incubus is everywhere now, each survivor only has a few square feet around them that they can see is safe.
As I walked up the stairs I heard a scraping sound. I stopped dead in my tracks my heart starts to pound. I knew there was nobody else in the house. It should be completely quiet as a mouse.
The man with the shifty eyes, Sitting in the corner, Hidden within the shadows, A strange, distant foreigner.
I'm a ghost, A shadow, Not meant for here. I sob, I wail, Wipe away a tear. I'm empty, No good, You confirm my worst fear. You utter sorries, But now you're the least of my worries.