ghost stories
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There is a ghost dwelling here A ghost in my mind that instills fear That haunts me using my past And the fear of the future that’s unknown This ghost has been with me since birth And I dare say will be there at death This ghost haunts my being. Deep within my subconscious. Image
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I hear a whistle of the wind Along the abandoned corridors Of this old deserted building With is tired and tattered walls and floors And furniture is discarded and scatter around I the eerie creaking as well as other sounds And this building is in deep lament about it’s fall from grace And you can
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There are lurkers And beserkers In the realms Between our lives They live unrelenting horrors In the torment of their mind Slipping water from the river Styx Deep down in Hades lair And a pulsating terror Resonates from there A malevolent force of evil Waiting to reign over us These lurkers and beserkers Try to
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Wretched are those Who live with evil Deep within their minds They claw, they scratch They bite with pointed teeth They grasp and gnaw They spit vitriol And lurk in the darkest shadows They hide their contorted Demonic twisted faces They emanate from The darkest places Of evil and wickedness They creep they crawl The
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Something dark dwells in the woods It’s primordial in truth Seething, breathing, crawling Through the undergrowth Sworn to the darkness Through a paranormal oath. It makes your hair stand on your neck Wondering what will happen next It is craven and insatiable With a hunger for the flesh It moves in shadows defying eldritch power
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Breathe in, breathe out This is a night of demons This night they are out, Racing up from the basement Racing around the house, Searching for a pure soul That they can latch onto, Screaming like a banshee They’re coming after you, Seeking to possess To cause malice no more no less, Or rent you
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Have you ever felt the sensation Walking down a corridor or a hallway That there is something watching you And the hairs on your neck prickle It feels like it’s malevolent But your not quite sure But you’re to fearful too turn around To see if there’s someone peering out of doors Or racing up
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A figure in the darkness caught her by surprise His silhouette highlighted against a full Moon shining sky And piercing eyes like blood red drops That seemed to pierce her inside His mouth opened and she could see two white ivory fangs Tipped with blood dripping of the end of them He spoke in a
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In her chamber she sat among the red blood like mist surrounding her upon the floor in her black thigh high boots and stockings and her black tight bask setting off the whiteness of her skin. Her black hair tied back highlighting her wild ebony eyes and her red blood soaked lips. She sat in
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Nocturnal living Satisfaction in darkness, Moving in shadows Avoiding the light, Not attention seeking Residing in solitude, With an appearance of vermisilitude Of which many don’t believe They think it’s paranormal Or just illusory Simply because it’s never been seen A being of the darkness Of nightmares or dreams Whichever is the way That you
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