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#nightdwellers #beginningline Creeping silently under the veil of the night, The haunted wedding bells chiming in the moonlight. The sound of death nearing as the chimes began to fade.
Weathered down hands shake and brittle dry lips quiver. The time had come. A blistering gust of wind passes through. Then suddenly, calm..
I guess her screams were more than a memory. Like lungs filling with water. Like skies turning into darkness. A shadow, a spirit killer. The floor still had a violent creak.
Ghosts in the way you walk. Ghosts in the way you talk. Ghosts in the way you breathe. Ghosts in the way you need, me. Ghosts in the way you dress. Ghosts in the way you confess, your love.
This one is a bit creepy, might not be everyone's cup of tea. *** The bay of Westvale is perilous. The iron sea is choppy, and often toys with vessels that venture near.
#sundayrepost Come home, Alexandra Come home from the moor Your supper's long been waiting And there's darkness at the door.
#Sundayrepost James waddled through the threshold into the pitch black corridor. He placed his hands onto the wall to the right of him, using it as a guide and also as a walking aid.
I still herd her woes over and over again. I was terrified and when I opened my eyes she was gone. But all I herd was her woes and all I saw was her face. The blue eyes and the black filthy hair.
All I wanted was to see him one more time. To see his face again. But it was to late. He was gone.
The door closed with a creak, and shut behind me. The November nights were drawing in faster, and so were my dreams. My nightmares. My own personal hell. JD was my only friend now, but not tonight.
Continued from Poltergeist One Two weeks on since my terrifying ordeal during my training course while staying at a hotel in Llandudno North Wales.
There's a handprint on my mirror.
An old man walked long, Followed a road his son walked, before him. A lonely, desolate road, lined with dead trees, old oak, hawthorn.
I was seated on my bed, Writing stories in my head. When the whispy curtains fled, From the window near my bed. My cat jumped from my side, When a light made me wide-eyed.
You evoked. Me,. You provoked. Me,. Touching. The glass,. I made it. Crack,. Dimmed. Light,. I made it. Flicker,. Out of spite,. An angry. Soul,. A spiritual. Presence,. Was your. Goal,. The Ouija.
It was a lovely summers day When he took his stick and walked To the sleepy little hamlet Of which the locals talked He strolled and took the sights No signage could he see It should only be mile How...
There's a ghost in my pipes, It makes an awful noise; He tap tap taps, Just like a naughty boy.
•Sorry I haven't posted in a while; kinda forgot about Opuss• •This is true 100%• ~For Christmas, my grandma gave my mum this creepy looking mask/carving.
Knock knock knock I hear on the out side of my bedroom window I look over there's nothing there. Ok I must be overtired a few seconds I'm think no more of the knocking .
A whisper in the hallways, A grey smudge in the yard, Not solid and not touchable, Not see-through yet not hard.
In the still of the night you hear the sound. A ghost like sound that falls upon the ground. The click click clack of the little girl's shoes as she plays outside your door.
She walks down The lonesome road Her head down so low Tears falling from her eyes People all around her Pushing and poking, Laughing and pulling, SCREAMING at her Callin her NAMES Going crazy Tears...
The sirens are singing. They're calling for you. Running away from your home. And all that you've known too. Deeper and deeper. Into the woods you go. You lost it all. The truth you now know.
I'll be silent as a shadow, I'll be subtle as a ghost, I'll be but a whisper on the wind, A soft, soft cry at most.