ghost stories
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Flexing, vexing there’s no resting when it comes to the paranormal scene. Testing not resting upon our laurels we delve into bewitching things. Ghostly apparitions arise dancing in the fire light, around us ghostly orbs they circle, this is surely not the norm. Pentagrams painted on walls, candles burning illuminating all, caught up in the
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Lanterns, pumpkins and witches Ghouls in bandages and stitches, A scare fest sending chills down spines Spiders webs and grandfather clock chimes, Kids dressed up and having such fun Trick or treating for sweets to fill their tums, Under the full moon until the night is done Kids dressed up hop, skip and run, This
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Fear spread through their bodies Four young people in the night, Two girls and two boys They were in a state of fright, Within a house they sought to search It was derelict and so run down, They saw no harm in creeping in Just to have a wander and look around, But they found
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I live close to the forest I live close to the beach, I feel nature flowing through me I feel the eldritch power, That emanates from the trees I feel the sense of the sea, As it consumes the soul of me I feel the pagan reach, I feel the druids hand Upon my shoulders
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I feel uneasy Looking into mirrors, Wondering what may Look back one day at me, I sense this may happen I feel a presence, And it freaks the life Right out of me.
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A chill cold and a banging door A shiver ran down her spine, Like it’s never done before The hair prickles on the nape of her neck, She asks herself if she is scared yet, As she walks through this house Of darkness, deceit and deep regrets, Where will the beast manifest next It’s torn
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The memories are dark But not distant, To close to home I am thinking, How are we supposed to deal with The shadow spirits of the night, Those that visit and sap our energy Leave us doubting and believing, Who knows now what the future will bring I feel the sense of a foreboding being,
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People lose faith at times when they need it most They have a crisis of belief making them remote, Distances grow when they withdraw into themselves And find life too hard to cope with everyday, Yet in between the moments of each heartbeat Where silence resonates and offers peace and harmony, That is the place
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The dark night is filled With ghostly demonic sounds, The house where I live Is built on cemetery grounds, In my nightmare sleep This is what I see, Dark shadowy figures That are stalking me, On the night of the witches Of the night of the blood moon, On the night of the demons Terror
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I felt the zombie breath Of those who were left, In the dark corridors Of the Great Hall now bereft Of all the nobles that resided here, You can sense the anguish and all of the fear, A scream then reached out Into the dark lonely night It caused real terror and total fright, And
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