ghost stories
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Whispers through the trees Mist covering the ground The insects and animals sounds Are the noises to be heard There is a chill in the air Dampness from the fine rain Filtering through the green verdancy of the evergreens And the moon shines bright Casting out and iridescent light And in this scene we see
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Down in the deepest cavern Within a black abyss A primordial being resides For a moment such as this A lonesome explorer Looking to discover The previously unknown It bides its time And see these with menace Awaiting its time to feed And intrepid explorer Unaware of the risk Enters its chamber of doom And
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In the gloaming She was roaming In the mists of time and love, There was silence The was brooding violence Riding on the waves, In the darkness I see lights In the distance I see slight Imagery of her in flight Disturbed by the fright, That shivered down her spine As demonic voices rose aloud
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Can you hear the whispers The voices in your head, I see many apparitions Of people that I know are dead, I see the ghosts and I sense their loss I feel the pain that they feel most Caught between life Caught between death They have nowhere to go So tormented and yet so angry
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They delved to deep They went to far Within this night Under the stars They harnessed Something of malcontent And ripped apart our world And left it rent The ground it shook The storms they howled The seas did roar And we were cowed In fear and trepidation Of what they had done Our graves
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The night is quiet No sounds can be heard Not from insects, creatures or birds A preternatural feeling is filling the air Something evils coming and you best be aware It’s hiding in the shadows It’s creeping through the woods You should run If only you could But it would be a futile effort For
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Hush be quiet When alone in your bed, The monsters that stalk you Are all in your head, Created in your own mind For you to believe, But that doesn’t mean Those monsters are not real, It doesn’t mean those monsters ain’t under your bed It doesn’t mean they’re not gonna get you in the
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Day of the dead No dwelling on horror or dread Day of the dead A celebration to those who have left The day of the dead A reminder not to forget Those who we love Who’ve passed from this life into the next The day of the dead Let’s rejoice in life and in death
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The fiendishly ghoulish Lurking in the shadows of the night, The fiendishly ghoulish They appear when you turn out the light, The feindishly ghoulish Hiding under your bed at night, The feindishly ghoulish They look to give you such a fright And the feindishly ghoulish Decide to come out and play, If you’re scared of
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The wind blew with fury and the whole house shook, the window shutters flattered in their frames as the old empty house freaked and groaned, the dark corridors gave hints of malevolent promises of demonic fear. In the empty sitting room sat Laurie and her friend Cassie who were looking after the house for a
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