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,
And if it’s really that good
Then you won’t sleep tonight.
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,
Writhing in the demonic seed
No hope, just damnation for me,
In this necronomicon debauchery,
With their fears and terrors
Tearing and ripping,
Threatening to send me to eternal misery
Degree by degree,
I am consumed by the demonic seed
That bleeds and seethes,
From the gaping wounds
That are defining me.
It was a dark time, and in her dark mind, she lived in house that was dark by design. In this place she felt the chill of the paranormal, heard whispering voices, and muffled screams. This was how when she moved in, she hoped it would be. She loved everything that was weird and freaky but she had no idea how dangerous evil could be,breaching beyond realms far from normal reality and so when one night she heard footsteps everywhere, heard the walking up and down the stairs, she left her bed to investigate, in an exited and thrillseeker state. When she opened the bedroom door she hoped to see more, but there was nothing, like everytime before. She walked down the stairs but there was nothing to see, until, when in the kitchen, she could barely breathe, as. She felt cold hands from behind clench her neck, lift her off her feet and the laid her down and stretched her legs and arms to the edge of the table where she was placed, felt the rancid halitosis, breath upon her face. Just then she felt tough hands tear to shred her pyjamas, leaving her naked and fully exposed, her excitement and fear now vied with each other, adrenaline flowing as she felt herself being smothered, if only she could speak and communicate, but these were pure demons of evil and hate. Once again she felt strong rough hands on her neck, she in trepidation wondered what would happen next, then she felt the demon enter within, it entered within her mouth and between her legs and for an instant the feeling was exhilarating, but the she felt it consume her internally, felt it possessing her, uncontrolabilly, then she sat up and looked around surveying the scene, she was in the background now as if watching a dream, then she stood without volition and matched to the door, walked down the street naked to the man living next door, she knocked, he answered, saw that she was fully nude, she walked in he perused the view, he shut the door and gave a lustful smile, she stopped and looked at him for a while, then moved closer and kissed him passionate and hard, then he felt other arms grab him, by the legs and the arms, she stepped back then punched him straight to the heart, he felt her hand burrow in and his face was aghast, as he felt her grab at it and rip it straight out, killing him instantly, at least she thought it was over fast, then she watched as the demon that possessed her body, devour the man in a state of wild hunger. When sated the demon walked her back to her house, laid her back in her bed, then came back out, much the same way, that it went within, and she felt the smell and sensation of it lingering. The demon then grabbed her again by the neck and promised it would return when hungry again. He was going to use her to kill and inflict pain, to sate his hunger and desire, like something insane. The thought of this she could not take, could still see the horror on that poor man’s face, when the demon left, she rigged up a noose, to kill herself but when she did, but he demon cut her loose, and whispered, you’re mine now, you’re my plaything, to use and abuse, and I am going to make you do terrible things, she shook her wildly and pleaded for mercy, but the demon was pure evil, and could hear her scarcely over the laughter he and his legion made, he said you are now a demonic slave, and you will commit acts so sick and depraved, that you will never be able to eradicate from your brain and when I am tired of you, I will ignite. Within you and blow you apart, they’ll be nothing left, so pray it’s a while before I depart and no amount of trying to kill yourself will work, because I am an evil demonic curse, and it said, wish to inflict upon you much hurt, from deeds you’ll commit and the sins you will break, she cried out of control as he faded away, and she felt him put her in a sleep paralysis state, that this would be her life, until he returned again and she knew now she was simply a tool for its need and that she would witness many poor souls, as its victims, die so viciously.
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Deep loss of self
Setting deep within
Sitting in a room
All alone again
Hard to grasp who I am
And where I am going now
I am just sitting in darkness
I am lost and alone
Dreaming of a place called home
That place of warmth and light
Where did that safe place go
Instead I sit here in the dark
My head is in my hands
Sitting here in deep self loss
This wasn’t what I planned
To be alone and lost
To lose what I cherished most
This pain cuts deep
I sit here in the dark, lonely and weep
Nothing else to do
And that’s the sad and sorry tale
Of a man who lost everything
Including himself.
She was the victim
The victim of a psycho
A victim slayed
Within a motel bathroom
By a man obsessed about his mother
The two people never knew each other
Now she’s just a lonely bathroom ghost
Haunting the minds of those that know her story
And Norman Bates is now known as the psycho
But both of them are more than this
They represent a movie hit
The imaginings of Hitchcock’s mind
Both created by design
Janet Leigh the bathroom ghost
Norman Bates the psycho
And as the blood is washed down the plug hole
They haunt our very brains
And creates the fame
That was created in that bathroom scene
Norman Bates and Janet Leigh
Hitchcock’s thriller nightmare scene
Rendering them as bathroom ghosts
That memory is the one
That always will be remembered by most like me.
Picture and prompt courtesy of steffthecat
Gigantic mills
Daunting orifices
Silhouetted in shadow
Hiding monsters within
Ghouls and phantoms
Guard outside
I watch and I hide
I see the grimness
Of the Chairoscuro sky
I feel the malice
And the evil in diguise
This is a place of demons
A true horror scene
A setting for fear
On this Halloween
Enter at your peril
Meet the Ayacusa Queen
A drug induced hallucinogen
In between Hades and Heaven
A place for no mortals
But a place of addiction
Enter this realm
Take a trip through this region
If you survive you’ll be clean
And if you don’t you’ll be eaten.
I walk through corridors of darkness
I see voodoo imagery around me
I hear whispers abounding in a cacophony
Until I see a sign saying trick or treat, trick or treat
As the darkness envelops me
And I run away, try escape
As the whispers are all screaming at me.
Then I walk into a square room
And I feel the coldness of fear that is doom
And I hear nails scratching on the four walls
As blood pours down like a fountain from the ceiling
And in it I see a sign that sends me reeling
Truck or treat, trick or treat
As the darkness envelops me
And I run away, try to escape
As the scratching builds up with intensity.
And as I wander through this labyrinth
My blood races through my mind
The fear of this place and its time
Are evaporating in this evil darkness that blinds
And I pray to a power more divine
And as I open my eyes, I see demons filling my sight
Threatening to ravage and to feast on me
And my fear consumes every aspect of my being
And then I hear to roar
I have one choice and nothing more
Trick or treat,, trick or treat
So I decide then to flee
To runaway, to escape
But there’s nowhere I can see
To run, I am done, but then I hear the sound of a whispering hum
And the scratching increases and I know it won’t take long
So I scream, trick or treat, trick or treat
You are in control of me
Trick or treat, trick or treat, you are not scaring me.
And as the demons descend upon my body
I feel a light exploding from within my being
And as I open my eyes slowly
I see a silver shining sword in my hand
And as I scream a divine command
I holler trick or treat, trick or treat
The righteous light it flows from me
Trick or treat trick or treat
I send them all back to their dark demesne
I rout them with my strength of faith and belief
Just as the light cleanses everything,
The light in me, the power in me
It destroyed the tick or treats
The faith in me and the strength with which I breathe
Connected up with universal divinity
And the darkness was gone
As the iridescent light shone
On and on for everyone
Shone on and on for everyone
To hear and see and to believe
And I felt the love flowing through me as I breathed
Fearing no more the words
Trick or treat, trick or treat
They no longer will haunt me
Again.
Face the wall
Don’t turn around
No matter what you hear
Even if it’s frightening sounds
Face the walk
No matter what
Hear the clock
Tick tock, tick tock
It matters not
If it turns cold
Feel life suspended
Times on hold
Hear the whispers
As they echo around
Echo around, echo around
The fear you feel now
Is more profound
But is is real
Or just in your head
Supernatural undead
Or is it your imagination
As it is running away
Dare you turn around
Face the game in play
Trembling you slowly turn
See in the shadowy night
What you must learn
It seems nothing is there
It was in your head
Until a demon
Screams appearing from the darkness
And now you’re dead.
You should not have turned around
Your corpse now lifeless
Lays on the ground
You’re dead, dead, dead.
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Within the deathly hollows
The moon lit up the night
There’s a dance of twilight demons
That have risen up in delight
And dancing around a fire
Mad and intense and full of fright
It’s an eerie kind of feeling
And a scary gruesome sight
They cackle and they howl
Like mad demented souls
Ghouls and spectres float around
While the demons growl and make awful sounds
And the din keeps on getting loud
Before the first light begins rising up
And the monsters are forced to retreat back underground
Then there’s no further noise
And not even a sound.
