TOO MUCH HORROR FOR ME

 

This what happens to me

when I watch too many

horror movies.

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THE END

blackoutraven:  gennaio  Just when you think it’s safe to step out from your bedroom. When the howling and chanting have finally subsided. When all is quiet. You put your foot down, and then you realize that all is not over. THE END

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Just when you think it’s safe

to step out from your bedroom.

When the howling and chanting

have finally subsided.

When all is quiet.

You put your foot down,

and then you realize that

all is not over.

THE END

THE GAME HAS BEGUN

 

 

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under glowing chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

The clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

The Dead Game has begun.

THE DEAD GAME

 

GINGERBREAD HOUSE

 

A gingerbread house so quaint.

Disguised with colorful paint.

An evil group lives here.

And our town is so near.

They are Watchers for The Dead.

I’m afraid to go to bed.

Come and take a quick look

Or you can read my book.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DESCENDANT

vintagegal: Dracula (1931)

 

 

Who was the original vampire?

Most say it was Count Dracula,

who had unlimited power and charm.

Enough charm to lure followers

all the way to hell and beyond.

He had one descendant.

Where can he be found today?

Is he one of The Dead in Oasis, Florida?

Come and find out.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE WASHING MACHINE

 

 

I’m having a bad dream,

no, maybe a nightmare,

of a washing machine.

 

It wakes me up at night.

It rumbles and whispers.

I hope it won’t take flight.

 

It’s moving and grooving

to a beat of its own,

that is far from soothing.

 

It’s a horrible sight.

A machine set to hard.

It’s ready for a fight.

 

I scream into my pillow.

“My clothing is all too clean,”

then I weep like a willow.

IT’S ALIVE

 

 

 

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

 

What do I see 

as I wake from sleep?

A puppet watching me.

 

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins.

 

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one pulls its strings.

 

It speaks

in a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

 

It says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

 

It can’t be.

It stands before me,

taller than me.

 

 

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

 

FACE THE DEVIL

 

 

I walk in the dark woods.

Soft cries fill my ears.

The same cries of my nightmares.

I know what waits for me in the forest.

Goosebumps riddle my chilled flesh.

The evil one calls to me.

My heart beats to his drum.

He wants me to join him.

He plays for keeps.

I will go now

and face the devil.

 

THE DEAD GAME

DEMON ROCK

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Demon rock.

Demon paradise.

A long lost fantasy,

Now as cold as ice.

 

Who goes there?

Who walks the night?

I can hear your moans,

Your grunts and sighs.

 

Show yourself tonight.

I want your kind dead.

The sun will rise,

But you won’t.