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Someone calls, Who are you. I'm seething. I call them back- Heavy breathing. Someone texts, Predicting I will die. In just seven days, In the grave I will lie. Oh, you live in the roof.
#youngwritershousehold @Georgiastar The light of a candle is important. Especially now in 1876. To most people it is used as light to read or write or just to see with. I use mine to ward off sleep.
#household - photograph The soft glow of the bar lights were comforting,that and the few glasses of rum were working their magic.
I knew the light was fading soon, The tree line growing near. I had to make it before the creatures caught up to me. Panic stricken my fate continued to grow with fear.
It's dark all around me but I can see a little dim light a few feet in front of me. I see a guy in a cage, he is gripping the bars, pulling with all his might. He can't get out.
Sadder but wiser. Clocks ticking seconds away. Eating the day away. Hiding behind these walls. Your past ghosts, your downfall. Listen closely, as the screams still echo down the halls.
#nightdwellers I've never felt so alone. Although I'm not on my own. Surround by people... yet here I am, The only one stood still in the sea of the damned.
Alex's sister stood there like a wild animal. Her hair was stuck up in the air as if she had been struck by lightening. Her right hand held a long black knife which Alex recognised from the kitchen.
I'm lying awake. Screaming in pain. The demon inside. Drives me insane. I'm hearing it's voice. All husky and deep. I'm losing my soul. It wants me to keep. I'm begging this beast. To let me be free.
Beautiful victorian home. Walls made of stone. Outside a lions gate, & lovely bench. Roses blooming, window overlooking the garden. An old woman stands, hands clenched.
Lying here upon the bed, a pitchfork sticking through my head He came to me whilst it was dark and rammed it through me to leave his mark As twisted eyeball watches him, My skull now cracked and...
Delirious with poisoned mind,. The room is one dark blur,. Cup of toxins in one hand,. And sleeping tablets on the floor,. Soaked wires in petroleum,. And cut the phone cords short halfway,.
#Household The misgivings crept in on shadow legs so slowly that when she finally took notice, it seemed to her they had always been a part of her.
I was twitching, strapped on a bed with a bright light shining in my eyes. I could feel myself start to foam at the mouth. My fingers were stretching.
#household #nightdwellers I will admit this sounds a bit Macbethy though that's unintentional...
#household #nightdwellers The darkness envelopes me as I lay here awake Every sound is magnified by my insomnia Tick tock tick tock from the clock Like an echoing abyss The darkness fabricates...
Tick, tock Goes the clock Can't wake up from your nightmare Tick, tock Goes the clock Your worst fear is alive there Tick, tock Goes the clock Your time is running out Tick, tock Goes the clock They...
3 a.m. Hanging by a limb. Dying to swim. The lights dim. Firelight, bright, cracking in the night. Pitch black, everything hidden from sight. The mist crawls and creeps through the air.
The cat (or what used to be her cat) was pinned to the ceiling by its ears. It's stomach dangled all the way to the bath. Blood dripped and dripped and dripped into the bath.
She came awake slowly, in a daze, wondering what that sound was in her dream. Slowly she realised the sound was still there. " What the hell is that" she thought. Drip, drip drip.
#household @nom peg. This world is moving by so quickly,. Water down a hill,. I need a way to stop the clocks,. And keep this freeze frame still,. I sing out loud a toxic tune,.
We are now exactly a mile from the red zone, all of a sudden Corporal West stops "do you smell that?" he says in a quiet voice.
#nightdwellers You may not see me, but I am there Made of nightmares and thin air.
Little white frosts, Cling to the macabre scene... Trying to make it purer To cover up what's been. But not even snow can cover it. The bloods too much to bare.