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"8, 7..." They began to panic, clinging to each other while looking hopelessly around the room for any help. There was none. "6. 5..." The voice with each number sounded more amused. More sadistic.
There was a 15-year old boy who attended a school in a small town in Ohio. Most of the other teenagers in his class regarded him with disdain and referred to him as “The Geek”.
Then her mum walked through me . How rude . She should have more respect for ghosts. It's so horrible having a human walk through you. As Nina's mum was speaking to her I pulled a face.
I wished myself to Nina's house. It didn't work. Huh I thought. I'm a ghost and my superpowers don't work. What a grat life . Or After life. Anyway I decided to walk (or float?) there.
I was a ghost. I couldn't believe it. Ugh !!. I looked at my hands and sighed as I saw the floor below me. At least my family would be whole. Then I realised. Not everyone is ghosts.
Her lips stained red, her cheeks pale pink. Her mascara running down her chin and into the sink. Her hair is a mess and she pulls a strand out, liner smudges a bit and she gives a little pout.
The elements came bashing at my thin and battered glass As I curled in my cold bed, Waiting for it to pass And every time the wind howled my window panes would shake They rattled on their...
Do you believe in ghouls and goblins. Keep your thoughts in your head. Dare you answer While I perch here on the end of your bed. Unseen, asking these questions While you pull your covers up.
In my corner I can come to no harm. They can't get me here, There's no cause for alarm, I can get on with my papers In front of the fire And it's hypnotic, fiery Dance admire. Lo.
Anyone who watches Doctor Who will know the rhyme Tick-Tock. I hate that Rhyme. Especially this one:- Tick-Tock goes the clock till river kills the doctor.
Her stare felt strong, did she know who I was. Her eyes were dark, spark-less like an abandoned attic. I ran, panicked, I didn't know what to do.
I was taking a shower, just a normal morning shower when I heard a scream. Not a scream of fright, more like someone was trying to get to me. I stopped my shower and stepped out.
"Amelia, are you listening to me?" She moved her head against the breeze. "Of course I am mummy!" She said unconvincingly. "My patience is quickly tiring!" Her mother placed her hands on her hips.
He knocked on my door one stormy night, Wanted shelter, warmth and light.
The witching velvet evening falls across the quiet land the last red ray of twilight steals shadow from my hand.
And then he came back ----------------------------- It wasn't a shock when he arrived standing at my door, by this time I was eighteen and studying photography at Cambridge.
There was a little girl, Around eight years i think Ya'all know the drill And stories ain ´t really my thing.
The old woman's hand rose shaking, and pointed towards the shadows, "The exit there..." she mumbled slowly. "But you never go get out." she concluded, as though she had said it a million times.
I pledge my life to the skull and bones On the flag above our bloody thrones. There is no light to muffle my ways, Because I lurk in the night and drift past the days.
I wrote this before I actually started writing death is not the only option, it's a little way into the story, like if I should continue. People say that when you die, everything ends.
Once upon a time.....
A man once held a love so strong for me, so strong he made me a secret place. A garden hidden just for me, filled with beauty and grace.
6 months have past. There have been more disappearances, more rumours and more uncertainty.
I am the girl with no name, The one you'll never see again, As I stand here in the pouring rain, Please don't, don't scream again.