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Darkness fills my room, as the sun surrenders its last light, serenity is often found, in the void of the night.
Last night I tossed and turned and had a really bad night, waking up and still half asleep As I was nodding back of to sleep I was woken by a bark from my little Yorkshire Terrier.
Jamie walked through the town square pushing through the crouds of shoppers. Christmas eve. What a stupid time to be out and about, for Jamie anyway.
A walk through the shadows, light dances in flashes, shapes of faceless figures, terror in their glances.
Ok..So ghosts. Not everyone believes in ghosts, and I didn't when I was really young. Until I saw and heard things myself!.
The crimson trail disappeared into the night as I walked along its rough dirt surface. Trees spread out like spiderwebs over my head, all it's leaves had long since disappeared.
~Part 4~ ************* -It used to be called Book Of Secrets, but it ain't anymore!- I woke up to the loud ringing of my large metal alarm clock. 9am, good time. I pulled on my favorite trousers.
#ghosts #phrase #procrastination Like shower mist, I saw you Going up and down my stairs Clutching an old '45 And a bobby pin in your hair The first time I saw you It was Novembers first frost You...
#halloweenparty #ghost In the distance A faded memory My long gone lover Sitting under our tree Moonlight enhancing His perfect face Looking up the sky Wanting one more embrace Let a tear fall We...
It was a very dark night. Quite creepy you see. On the night my fears. Made the better of me. I was trotting in the graveyard. At half ten at night. When something jumped up. And gave me a fright.
I'm a handsome man. A young prince you see. But this silly old ghost. Seems to be following me. It follows me when I'm cooking. Or reading a book. Even when I'm on the loo.
#nightdwellers On the graveyard bench After visiting Mum, A sudden chill took my breath - And overhead the cloud Boiled black. Day banished.
Wraith or spirit,. Ghost or soul,. Call it so,. I saw it all,. Thought induction,. In my head,. Realisation,. You were dead,. Orb and shiver,. Silver shine,. Rippling quiver,. White outline,.
#youngwritershousehold I look into the mirror, My reflection was not there, Instead there was a ghost's face, It gave me such a scare.
I saw him, dark against the shadows,. Back pressed to the wall,. Bright white eyes, a painted mask,. His cloak fell through the floor,. I know the concept of his story,.
It is my first night. Alone in this house. Everything's quiet. Even the mouse. The house is so silent. It gives me a chill. As I stay here. The house on the hill. The windows are open.
Based on a true story: Amy was just six, when Eve came to stay with her mother. They hadn't seen each other for at least a year, so had a lot to catch up on.
"Alicia. Your....
I always beleived in ghosts, but today seeled the deal.
I played myself down a blind alley Dreamed of a life in a valley From the shadows and rubbish bins Came a flickering light shining I walked hesitantly forwards Glimpsed at a sign with words Said,...
A dead man walked the street. I'd seen him for myself, straggling along the pavement in the near-darkness, his long wet hair unkempt, sticking to his wrinkled skin, his clothes torn.
Well my mum stayed round mine last night and this morning she mentioned that whilst she was trying to get to sleep she felt someone tapping on her right side, she turned round and nothing was there.
I heard a ghost last night. While everyone was sound asleep. The curtains were shutting out the city lights from brightening the room.
I turned on the light and slowly turned around. The carefully stepped to reach the door.