The man stopped quickly
He stared at the severed hand
Resting on the log
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Tag: Horror
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Fear Filled Fridays (9/14/2018): Who’s There?
Rapping on the wall
Smiling as I tap the beat
Something just knocked back
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Fear Filled Fridays (8/31/2018): Hallway at Night
Wooden boards creaking
Footsteps that are not my own
Walking on the floor
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Fear Filled Fridays (8/24/2018): Missing
Bleak cold grey headstones
Fresh light of dawn breaks on them
One grave is empty
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Fear Filled Fridays (8/17/2018): Under the Bed
In the darkened room
Nightlight protects the children
From monsters unseen
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Fear Filled Fridays (8/10/2018): A Tale of Silver Bullets
Deadly shape shifter
I hear your howls at the moon
Tonight it all ends
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I fear no silver
You cannot defeat me now
In my beastly form
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Claws slash, rip, tear flesh
Hunter and creature battle
A gun blast echoes
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A month of days pass
Fever, chills, tormented soul
Full moon on the rise
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Fear Filled Fridays (8/3/2018): Nocturnal
Standing in shadows
Vampire watching his victim
Lusting for rich blood
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Fear Filled Fridays (7/27/2018): Baby Monitor
The image flickers
Something moving in the room
White and transparent
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Fear Filled Fridays (7/20/2018): New Vampire
Sweet pulsing crimson
Cocktail for eternal life
Blood drenched centuries
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Fear Filled Fridays (7/13/2018): Something in the Night
Boards creaking loudly
Ghostly steps on basement stairs
Spirit ascending
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Fear Filled Fridays (7/6/2018): Witch
Riding a broomstick
Black dress flapping in the wind
Cackling as she flies
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Fear Filled Fridays (6/15/2018): Haunted House 2
Tick, tock, tick – night time
The hallway floor creaks softly
Footsteps in the dark
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Fear Filled Fridays (6/8/2018): Haunted House
Ghostly creaks and moans
Rattle, Rattle, Rattle, Boo
Up and down the halls
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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
A Poetry Journey 