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#NightDwellers Hearing creatures screech at night, Waiting for the blessed light. Close my eyes and it's not real, I will not be this nightmare's meal.
As the church bells Rings the familiar sound as they do every morning I know it's just a matter of minutes before Cassie comes running to my small room As like the bells happen every morning, the...
Mother may I. Please I beg. Stay one more hour. From my bed. It's getting late. I know it's true. And soon I'll sleep. The whole way through. But for now my mother. May I please. Stay one more hour.
"One" i race up the stairs "Two" onto the Landing "Three" which room to choose. "Four" i hadn't planned. "Five" i dived for my parents room.
#household #candle Step by step The stairs she climbed Toward the demons of her mind Drip, by drip the candle flame Cast ghostly shadows against window pane Creak by creak the floorboards groaned As...
I know it's quite long, but please read it through, it's not that long. "The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do." ~Patrick Ness- A Monster Calls Ha, it's so cliche.
I lie in my bed Eyes wide awake I'm hearing these noises But what do they make Some are so soft Some they do creak I often here voices And noises that speak Some are so ghostly I bury my head To...
I had been in the cupboard for a good long while now. I loved it in there. It was peaceful and quiet and my own lovely space, just for me. Maybe not for always, but for now was good enough.
Lori was scared of the ghost. Her bedroom was dark, the world inky.
In the cupboard I hide all my nightmares, In the cupboard I hide what I most fear. I cannot open that cupboard, Unless I wish death on myself, Monsters lurking inside...
There is an ancient house At the bottom of my street Therein lives an old man With very smelly feet.
“When the clock strikes twelve you will see” Was what was written all over the decaying rotten walls of the new house .Jenna was curious about what it meant, but when she asked her parents what it...
“When the clock strikes twelve you will see” Was what was written all over the decaying rotten walls of the new house .Jenna was curious about what it meant, but when she asked her parents what it...
Sharp red nose, makeup smears, You'll see my face in all your fears. What do you think when you see a clown. All alone; oh that horrid frown.
He sits alone in a race car bed, He wonders if the monster's been fed. Afraid of what goes bump in the night, He's sure that he's in for a fright. Turn on the nightlight, And pray for twilight.
Late at night , pitter patter of raindrops falling down, drip drip drip that leak my father always promised to fix but never really did because he was "too busy for that now".
He sank into the sand, watching the stars and the moon emerge from the bellowing abyss that was the sky - shining mercenaries, claiming victory over the dying sun.
It was about 11 p.m. or midnight, and I was sleeping over at my friend's house.
Gina ran full pelt up the lane that lead from the wasteground to her back gate, rammed it open with both arms outstretched and hid behind the shed, catching a thread from her cheesecloth smock on the...