Category Archives: horror

Zombies and horror


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.

Demonic visitation

Demonic visitation

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


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.

Bathroom ghost

Bathroom ghost

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

No place for mortals


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.

Trick or treat


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


Face the wall

Face the wall

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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Dark world

A simmering hex in the dark world
Menacing whispers echo round
Incantation spoken in Latin, then a roar
Vibrations shaking and erupting through the floor
Shadows flicker in the sinster light
A feeling of goosebumps and enduring fright
The gnashing of teeth and a salavating sound
This is a dark and dangerous place that we have found
Wickedness resonates around the stone grey walls
Soaked in precipitation, leaving a viscose liquid on the floor
The dark, dank atmosphere I can’t stand any more
The smell of rancid canker pervades in a way that I deplore
Somethings going to happen, something toxic and evil
Something is going to come and is ascending
From the lower levels of life, from the chanel pits where there is no light
Demon snarls and blood curdling cries
Screams of anquish and despair and despite
Haunt every aspect of this dark and dangerous realms
What’s about to happen, nobody can tell
But it may well in murder and violence and gore
What grizzly ending and torture is in store
Premordial beings and depraved hoards
Ready with their battle cries and blood lust in scores
Ripping at the barrier between this world and theirs
All I know is I don’t want to be here to feel their claws
I am desperate to escape but there’s nothing but locked doirs
Is my endgame going to be within their jaws
I feel the fear resonating to my very core
Dark world, dark place, dark incantations
I need to escape I feel pure desperation
Dark world, dark place, somebody opens the door
In flood the hoarded and I am battling in a war
That I can’t win and the deluge of demons wash over me
As these servants of evil and darkness feed their greed
On my flesh and my bones, they’re ripping at my sinews
Dark world, dark place, the horror continues

Night of the demons


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.