THE LIFT
One day I was slowly walking while humming a blissful tune it felt as if something terrible was going to happen. Just after that I arrived at my flat, I pushed the front door of the flat and bang.
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One day I was slowly walking while humming a blissful tune it felt as if something terrible was going to happen. Just after that I arrived at my flat, I pushed the front door of the flat and bang.
So dark is the night, With things crawling around. Noises come and fight, With your mind with out a doubt. Footsteps are heard wherever you are, It does not matter if they are far.
The mirror side of my opuss "I'm Watching". I feel the eyes. follow me here. I feel them puncture. my skin as they stare. And every day. I feel the eyes. I look over shoulder. he must be disguised.
S I L E N C E Burns Kills Stabs In the dead of night S I L E N C E Can be The bringer Of fright S H A D O W S Are A l w a y s Closer than They seem S H A D O W S who's eyes Seem...
She stared at me again today. The moment I entered the grimy little shop I felt that claustrophobic countenance rippling over my person.
The bark stroke, like a lightning rippes the night sky during a storm, loud and clear. She felt the fear running down her spine, cold and mercy-less like an old friend.
Crows caw, Dogs viciously bark, The trees unsettled, The day itself a deathly mark. The wind blows furiously, Slapping my face, A shadow moves, Moves with a fast pace.
So I'm in the bathroom Having a pee Looked at the floor And what did I see There by the door A spider looked at me.
A neon sign flickers through the darkness. She steps into the club. A man takes her by the hand, leading her down a secret staircase of cold stone.
Her smiles were feigned yet modest, her actions pleasing yet desperate, her hair tied in a professional manner. All she knew was she needed this job. "Alright, Mimi.
#household @sjw Lights on. I can barely see. Distance growing farther. Seems endless to me. Lights off. Don't know where I am. I've never felt so vulnerable. Almost like a newborn lamb. Lights on.
#nightdwellers. #emotion. Fear building. Footsteps follow me. Erie atmosphere. This terrifying fear draws near. Walking speeded up. Faster paced. The footsteps get closer. Heart beating faster.
5. Seeking Solace #100days Part 3 I only had one option: to run. My arm was stiff from fear, and I acted without thought. I grabbed the flashlight from the drawer and made a run for it.
A girl was sitting on the subway late one night, when she noticed that the women sitting across from her was staring intently at her. The women was sitting between two old men.
Banging hard on the door of the upstairs flat, Ben blinked the sleep out of his eyes. They were so noisy, that in the last two weeks, he had around four hours sleep.
Walking home alone tonight, Just me, myself and I, No moon to guide my way, And no stars up in the sky. The streets are rather empty, Of everything but dust, No people that I know, Or any that I...
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.
It was one of those days. First the carpool delay, then the broken down bus, and the total lack of connecting trains.
as I wall down the dark alley way, I hear the most strangest noises, dogs been unleaded, barking madly. A man in pain, screaming like no one else could scream in so much terror.
To everyone who has read my riddle. I opened the door and saw that the key which belonged to my sister was in the lock but I had the chain in so she couldn't get in.
Life slips from me as I breathe my last breath, the breath that you have stolen from me. Taking me from the world I lived in, and killing me.
Rain trickled down the busted windows of the ancient Edwardian buildings in Dark CLoud Avenue.
I woke up to the feeling of a cold blade on my neck. I timidly opened my eyes, only to see that there was nothing there. Shaking it off, I made myself a bowl of cornflakes with sugar.
Babels of blocks to the high heavens tow’ring, Flames of futility swirling below; Poisonous fungi in brick and stone flow’ring, Lanterns that shudder and death-lights that glow.