ghost stories
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Brooding in the shadows Waiting just below the water Hiding in plain sight Poised just around the corner Night dwells everywhere in hiding Waiting for their chance to pounce Every shadow you see moving Out the corner of your eye That you dismiss as nothing Is very far from that Its the brooding seething night
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She stared in the mirror trying to see beyond herself, trying to see ghosts of loved ones passed, hoping to connect with the world of spirits. She had tried this so many times without success. She felt it unlikely to work now. But she kept on trying. Leya was a woman know for her stubbornness
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She laid still in her bed Noises filled with dread, In this little cabin, she rented, As a getaway from it all And every creak every sound Was to her so loud, How was she ever going to sleep like this. She lay there in her underwear, Under the sheets Feeling quite scared And she
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We’re alone down here Everything echoes, It’s real dark down here And so cold, There is very little noise down here Just the water dripping, We are alone down here Echoes rippling. Cold streams of air whistle through Nothing stirs and nothing moves, We are alone down here Echoes travel on the breeze. It’s wet
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They spoke in whispers I heard their hisses, Malevolent they were Demonic too, In the darkness is saw silhouettes Moving and slithering around, Leaving trails of acid on the ground And as I studied them closer I saw the scaley skin, Half snake in appearance and yet half human, They had reptilian eyes and yet
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Descending down into darkness Where an ebony abyss beckons us Deeper, deeper all the time Did we delve to deep and what will we find In the depths of Hades I hear the river Styx Flowing satanically devilish The smell of brimstone fills my senses Deeper we go never ending Ghoulish faces appear out of
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An intangible silence Spreads through this house And a chilling shudder Runs right down my spine, A primordial force Haunts these rooms I feel the cold air And the errie mist, Permeate my body and my bones. As I sit in this house on my own I hear screams, A guteral noise That sounds so
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In the darkness of the forest She saw a shack Lost and desperate She was glad for that A candle shone in the window She approached with trepidation As to who would lay within In a forest so dark and foreboding. Knocking on the door An old woman appeared Face so friendly, though she was
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In the bleak dark ebony night She felt the fear She felt the fright Her stomache knotted Her muscles tight As she walked slowly From room to room Checking that each was absent of doom And in the darkness in the gloom She to her relief returned soon Back to the door where she entered
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The deep dark web, The unholy abyss, The fractured nature Of blackness, The ebony beyond me Reaches out, as if to cleave, They split my very energy Into particles of certain grief, It breathes, it seethes, It renders me, Yet despite this I still believe And through this faith, Comes blinding light And destroys all
fauxcroft 