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As the seasons change, From winter to spring, New tales are told, More stories to bring. Through summer The fireplace has no uses at all, But as the cold air draws near, The ash soon will fall.
Frames and pictures, peeling walls. Faded paintings haunt the halls. Dusted floorboards, empty beds, Withered air of pain and dread.
#Halloweenparty. #Ghosts. Come one. Come all. To the masquerade ball. Into this dream. You will soon start to fall. The ghostly figures. They twirl and dance. Hiding their dead eyes.
#halloweenparty. It's the ghost of you. That I have seen. It's everywhere. That I have been. What is it. That I should do. It occupies. A space for two. Should I say. Goodbye to all. Just because.
#halloween #ghost. Before I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. Because I've been here once before. When I came knocking on your door. Excitedly I said "Trick or treat!".
Chapter 7. Sorry had the urge to continue. It's been a while but hopefully it's still okay to carry on with. Enjoy peoples. 'Fre-' Hunter slaps a hand to his forehead.
Chapter one A storm was brewing outside as Mr Kelly sat in his study finishing off his paperwork. He could hear the wind howling and the rain against the small window above his desk.
A darkened palace, a prison, a keep, Where blood runs down and secrets seep, Corridors, endless, shadows dance, But perfectly silent, still at a glance, Chains clink and clatter, in the blackness,...
Ultraviolet lullaby Screaming in my broken mind Ultraviolet bullet holes Tearing through my broken soul Little Johnny had to cry Purple teardrops in his eye King of England stole his crown Now he's...
There staring back at me was a skull. I didn't think I would ever see it again. It was haunting me. It knew who I was, it was like the person was still alive. Why me. I can't believe I agreed to help.
I was bored so I decided to do chapter 2 while I had the idea. Hopefully you'll like this one too. Chapter 2 Just after the incident I excused myself. I was trying to swallow what happened.
Once when I was little, Only five you see, My dad built a wooden swing, Underneath the tree The swing was abandoned Until one fateful day The swing collapsed And it lay On the floor Underneath...
She's smothered in silk, Pearls, ruffles and jewels, But something isn't right... She walks down the aisle, Looking for her love, Her dress a blackening white.
I'm standing alone. No one in sight. This place is so eary. In the darkest of night. Orbs they do roam. Around all these rooms. Making their noises. Slamming doors with big booms.
It was a wet Winters night. One of the darkest That December had yet seen. The wind howled around the eaves and sought entry where-ever it could.
A small and frail woman,. Walking up my stairs,. Must have never seen the sun,. And the clothes that she wears,. Skin as fresh as daisies,. Eyes as black as death,. I think I know what she sees,.
I had always been scolded by my mother when, as a small child, I would wander about the house on flights of fancy.
One day steve went to his apartment and he hasn't played his wii for a long time so He played super smash bros. a lot of strange things have happened in his apartment for the past few weeks.
Ever since we moved to this dreary house, I've noticed the large window, a bland one at that, situated on the back wall, and not a thing different to most windows, in their eyes.
I saw you,. Saw your purple aura,. Glowing next to mine,. I felt you,. Felt your hand brush up,. Against my cheek and draw a line,. I saw you,. Saw you change my vision,. Painting demons on the wall,.
The death of me is the death of you,. To kill me, to kill your innocence too,. But that has long since flown away,. Leaving a once divine heart to rot and decay,. But fear not now, for I am here,.
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.
Shadows creeping. Drawing nearer. Walls seeping. We all fear her. Souls lost. Innocence spoiled. Windows frost. Carpets soiled. Every night. She brings us out. Edge of sight. Lingering doubt.
The Emptiness 2) Part 2- The Artist I can't turn away.. When I do you'll be gone. I grind my teeth, my minds racing, I can hear your whispers everywhere and the cold breath on my back.