Seeker Of Death
#nightdwellers The CATACOMB of my mind meanders through my insanity. Contained within an OSSUARY all sense of any reality.
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#nightdwellers The CATACOMB of my mind meanders through my insanity. Contained within an OSSUARY all sense of any reality.
You wake up and expect everything to be perfect. Just for a split-second. But in that second everything is different, everything is perfect, then it all shatters and reality sets in.
The time on the clock says 9:49 Eleven minutes to go Outside, dark, quiet Time is ticking away.
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
Creepy crawlies everywhere. There on my skin and in my hair. I know that you can't see them there. But they're there I tell you, they're there I swear. There's eyes that watch me late at night.
Day one The day starts with this bell it sounds like an animal scratching a checkerboard over and over the bell Doesn't stop till everyone is up and And dressed in exactly two minutes When that's...
#acrostic. D istant scenes, off kilter views. R andomised, you cannot choose. E ver changing tales amuse. A world in which you cannot lose. M aking light of days events. I s it a form of self defence.
Have you ever had a nightmare, That wakes you in a sweat. That leaves you at a loss for breath. With eyes and cheeks still wet.
N obody around, to hear my screams, I t's all so dark and lost it seems. G oing no where, though I try, H ow I scream, but no reply. T rapped in hell, a messed up prison.
Here I am---again.
There's a wooden box my mother keeps. On the edge of her old cabinet. I wonder how I'd react to what's inside. If we finally ever met. Paint's been chipped but what's still clear.
Inside my head There is a man Family's dead He hatched a plan.
She stared at me again today. The moment I entered the grimy little shop I felt that claustrophobic countenance rippling over my person.
I'm free, haunt me Torment my night, Sleep eludes me As I fill with fright. When my eyes close Things get strange, The sky is now green My thoughts have a change.
Shadow puppet, Shadow puppet, Staging nightly heist. Shadow puppet, Shadow puppet, Every night of my life. Shadow puppet, Dark, Shadow puppet, Cruel Each night I sleep, I dream, I see You on my wall.
Anoint the stars, the moon and earth. Anoint the child at the birth. Give thanks for the treasures of pure gold. Give thanks for the road paved by the old. Anoint the mind, body and soul.
The bleakness I saw swirling madly about in the smooth glass of its eye, squeezed at my chest, disrupting the natural rhythm of my inhalations.
He's heard you're a bully now, All powerful and mean, I think you expect for everyone to bow, You should just come clean, The manis on his way here, Slender and tall, He's grinning from ear to...
In white we remain hidden and in white we pretend That our sins shall stay below Thicker increasingly the snow And where one could see red Now lays all white instead.
The world lusts after me. (But into temptation I shall not fall). It washes over me unceasingly. (But I have firm roots under all). They claw at me desperately. (But I slowly fight them back).
The hotel walls are shaking. The bathroom walls are wet. Inside the mind is crippling Let's turn around and not forget.
In my dream, the world had suffered a terrible disaster. A black haze shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed.
Shadows creeping in on me. I lie awake in bed. Frightening sounds of silence. Echo through my head. Overwhelmed by panic. Frozen in my fear. Feel it coming...closing in. Please don't find me here.
Ever time I start down the Little stretch of road that leads to the small town of Nightsdenbell Lake Everything changing, Nightsdenbell is gone in its place is a river of blood that goes on forever...