ghost stories
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He walked along the dim neon lit street Steam rising up from the grates below his feet, Al he could hear was the neon hum And the sound of cats fighting all night long, Then he heard the sound of bottles being knocked over Somewhere in the shadows under cover, He moved down to the
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Crackle and snap I hear the opening act, Somewhere in a mindset Not defined yet, The crackle of a fire A snap of a neck, In darkness there is fear Not illuminated yet, Somewhere in the shadows I see menacing silhouettes, Of all the places I have been This is the scariest of tests, And
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It’s all about the zombies And the bloodthirsty horror, It’s not about the peaceful life And it’s not about the scholar, Movies get you watching While on the edge of the seat, Using fear and thrills Which as a tactic is cheap, It goes straight to your basic instinct And leaves you on a high,
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I dream nightmares I dream of the necronomicon, I dream of monsters I dream of the debauched, They haunt me always In darkness and in shadows, This is where they lurk I follow the tales of horror, The tales of witchcraft The art of necromancy, This is my dreams This is how they are decreed,
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He had money and he had power, he had everything at his finger tips, he could have any woman he wanted, he was generous with his tips, he was the life and the soul of the party, popular in so many quarters, he had the life that most people dream of, yet there was something
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The cold breath on your neck The icey touch of the hand, Taking control and command Head spins in wild confusion, Is this real or is it illusion You feel the danger, yet there’s excitement, There is fear, yet also enticement, Do you run away and flee Or succumb to a primal need, Rushing blood
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The room was cold, the air was frigid There was something wrong, I felt this in me Intuition said you better beware I felt my skin prickle, yes I felt so scared Then in my view, I saw an apparition And I saw it move around the room, it was searching For something that I


