THE HUNT

The Hunt

sex-blood-and-death:

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
in the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet,
it draws near.
You run faster,
but it speeds up.
You dash into a building,
an empty school.
It soon follows,
bringing with it a silence.
You can feel its presence
as it moves closer.
It follows you
down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
You jiggle the knobs.
They’re all locked.
​You turn around
and stand strong.
Darkness falls
to encompass all.

SILENCE

Hallway

THE HUNT

It first comes slowly
In the dead of night,
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
It soon follows.
It brings silence.
You can feel its presence,
Coming closer.
It’s now moving rapidly
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn,
Close your eyes
And stand firm.
The darkness descends.

THE GREEN BECKONS

 

The hallway waits.

It beckons.

It calls to me.

Green lights the way.

Doors open and close.

Cries fill the air.

A coldness descends.

Then total silence.

I inch forward.

Step by painstaking step.

I peer into a room.

A bed in an empty room.

The next room holds a wheelchair.

It turns.

Empty.

A green light glows.

From the room ahead.

Sounds of voices.

I move closer.

Until I can see inside.

Surgery is being performed.

On a skeleton.

By smiling people.

People who fade in and out.

Ghosts.

Time for me to leave.

I’m on the bed.

The ghost are looking down.

At me.

Too late.

THE HUNT

sex-blood-and-death:
 
 
THE HUNT

It first comes slowly.
In the dead of night.
Walking on silent feet.
It draws closer.
You run faster.
It speeds up.
You dash into a building.
An empty school.
It soon follows.
It brings with it a silence.
You can feel its presence.
Coming closer.
It’s now moving quickly.
Down the deserted hallway.
You check the doors.
They are all locked.
You turn.
Close your eyes.
And stand strong.
Darkness descends.
To encompass all.

 
 

FOLLOW THE CANDLES

Follow the candles

to where they may lead you.

Down the dark corridor you walk.

Expecting a monster at every corner.

No one appears.

No sounds to break the dead quiet.

Down the corridor you go.

Waiting for something or someone.

But all you see is darkness

and more candles.

A door appears at the end.

It creaks open.

Do you really want to see what

is on the other side?

Human nature propels you forward.

Forward into the dark gloom.

What happens next?

The answer is hidden in the

inner recesses of your mind.

Follow your nightmare to its

bitter end.

Hurry before you wake up.

There’s no turning back now.