Locked away inside
Something lurks in the darkness
Waiting to return
Tag: Horror
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Fear Filled Fridays (6/1/2018): The Tomb
Locked away inside
Something lurks in the darkness
Waiting to return
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Fear Filled Fridays (5/25/2018): The Attic
The room is cold,
no light filters into the gloom.
A quiet abandoned place,
dark, full of doom.
Footsteps echo,
walking across the floor.
I listen to them move,
as they reach the attic door.
The door opens,
closes back.
Footsteps on the stairs,
on a downward track.
I crawl inside my covers,
listen as the steps draw near.
Should I run?
Should I hide?
The covers shift,
the ghost is by my side.
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Fear Filled Fridays (5/18/2018): The Rocking Chair
As the rocking chair creaks,
I lie awake in bed,
with images of ghosts,
dancing in my head.
Why is the rocking chair moving?
Who or what is in the chair?
Rocking all night long,
without a single care.
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Fear Filled Fridays (5/4/2018): EVP and The Ghost Hunter
Voices of the dead
I can hear you loud and clear
Talking through machines
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Fear Filled Fridays (4/27/2018): Food for the Vampire
Lost inside a trance
Victim cradled in his arms
Sharp fangs pierce the flesh
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Fear Filled Fridays (4/20/2018): Groundskeeper
Man on a mower
Cutting between the gravestones
Corpses start to wake
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Fear Filled Fridays (4/13/2018): Werewolf
The moon shining bright
Yellow and full in the sky
A lone howl erupts
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These are two of the best Werewolf transformations to ever hit the cinema screen.
Graphic content. Sensitive audiences beware.
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Fear Filled Fridays (4/6/2018): Her Head
A quick one night stand
Dusting off the marriage rust
Lust and ecstasy
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Back to the routine
A normal day to day life
One night stand erased
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Two quick weeks later
Man finds a bloody bundle
Laying on his desk
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Fear Filled Fridays (3/30/2018): Golden Orb
Moonlight casting rays,
buttery light fills the ground,
the night is alive,
with nocturnal sound.
What hides inside the shadows?
Creeps among the black,
using this golden light,
only for attack.
Is it a Werewolf?
Transformed by the moon,
or some other creature,
awoken to soon.
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Haiku – Sleeping Evil
A simple pay day
One job – lots and lots of cash
Two very rich men
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An abandoned house
Nestled in a dark forest
Ancient and empty
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A break of the lock
Time for their quick easy score
Something hidden stirs
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For more prompts like “pay” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Fear Filled Fridays (3/23/2018): Ghost Hunter and the EVP
I hear dead people,
talking through machines.
I hear dead people,
talking crisp and clean.
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Fear Filled Fridays (3/9/2018): Noises in the Night
Movement above me
Something in the attic dark
Stirring all about
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Fear Filled Fridays (3/2/2018): A Haunting
She floats – transparent
Ghost descending down the stairs
She evaporates
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Fear Filled Fridays (2/23/2018): Entombed Part 4
I am cold upon this floor,
in the spot I lie.
embers – out
blizzard – strong
I lift a gentle sigh,
breath white in front of me.
The snow – all around.
Entombed
Peace I finally see.
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Haiku – Lady in White
Ghost in the dark hall
Fading into nothingness
Vanishing from view
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For more prompts like “vanish” go here: Haiku Horizons
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Fear Filled Fridays (2/16/2018): Entombed Part 3
Yum, I say,
as this rat chews soft.
Yum, I say,
while sitting in my loft.
Damn, I say,
as the days drift long.
Damn, I say,
it’s all gone wrong.
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Fear Filled Fridays (2/9/2018): Entombed Part 2
Embers almost cold,
my will is weak,
food – gone
I start to seek.
Any type of food,
anything to turn,
away this hunger mood,
anything, please, I yearn.
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Fear Filled Fridays (2/2/2018): Entombed Part 1
Watching the snow fall,
chilling my desire,
waiting on a sign of hope,
dying embers in the fire.
Trapped like a beast,
within the blizzard of snow,
food – scarce
my bones begin to show.
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Fear Filled Fridays (1/26/2018): The Lamp
Haunted?
Cursed.
Trapped?
Inside.
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The lamp – the object,
is cursed.
We’ve seen it turn on.
Hidden in the attic.
Sitting all alone.
No current, no electricity.
Does the spirit linger?
In objects,
once the body passes on.
Forever – eternal.
Never truly gone.
Do objects have a special place?
Some residual energy.
Do objects hold the key?
To all the spirits you hear and see.
A Poetry Journey 