I’LL READ YOU A STORY

 

I will read you a story.

It might be all too gory

For you to understand

But I’ll give you a hand.

 

A blight falls on a town.

It’s sure to make you frown.

Residents  disappear.

I want to make this clear.

 

This isn’t a regular place.

Don’t give me that dark face.

It’s a place of evil creatures

And many more creepy features.

 

Dark shadows stalk the night,

Giving tourists a fright.

Florida can be a scary place.

I will soon pick up the poem’s pace.

 

The Dead want to kill you.

You’ll be their dinner too.

THE DEAD GAME

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EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME

     A waitress with a name tag that read “Rose” came over to serve them. She looked friendly with her bright-red hair and snapping gum. She took their order and then asked if she could assist them with anything else.

     Linda decided to come straight out with what they wanted to know. She began by explaining their situation. “Two of our friends disappeared from a party given at End House this past Friday night. We suspect that the people who reside on the hill are the ones responsible. Do you know anything about them that can help us?”

     Rose called over two men. “Hey! Rob and Joe! We need help here!” Linda and Shana, becoming frightened, began to stand up. Then they noticed that the two old men, who were coming over to them, had big smiles on their wrinkled faces. They joined them at their booth.

     Rose said to the men, “These women were at that party and they think that the hill people had something to do with the disappearances.”

     The one called Joe, who had a full head of white hair and a long white beard, nodded his head in agreement. “We have always suspected that those people were evil. Tourists disappear every year and nothing is ever done about it. The sheriff seems to be in cahoots with them. Parties are given on the hill on the same two nights each year. On these nights, shadows can be seen creeping around the deserted streets of town.”

     Rob, who wore very thick glasses and had curly grey hair, added, “The parties look like secret meetings of some society. Everything is always done after dark.”

     Rose spoke up. “We never see these people until the sun goes down. They don’t bother talking to us. I’ve been living here thirty years and I’ve spoken to only a few of them.”

     “Our town doesn’t go out after dark; we steer clear of the hill people. There have been many legends, but we don’t know if any are true,” Joe said.

     Shana asked, “What are some of the legends?”

     “One legend describes the hill people as vampires in hiding. They meet with the rest of the vampires in the world twice a year. These meetings are planning sessions on how to keep their species alive,” Joe said.

      “Another legend has the hill people as good vampires that are trying to rid the world of The Dead, a sect of evil vampires who enjoy killing people—just for fun. The Dead have greater powers than regular vampires and are led by a strong and malicious head vampire. The good vampires meet twice a year to plan the defense of their slowly diminishing group,” Rob explained.

     “How can you remain living here if you believe the worst of the people in town?” Linda asked. She didn’t believe in vampires, but if these people thought so poorly of the townspeople, then why didn’t they just leave?

     Rose answered for them, “We don’t know if the legends are true. We’ve been living here unhurt all these years. Maybe the tourists disappearing are just coincidences. We can’t pack up our whole village and leave. We need the income from the ocean: the fishing has been very profitable.”

     “Maybe they want you to remain living here for some sinister purpose,” Shana said. 

     “If you find out anything, please let us know,” said Rose, with concern beginning to dawn in her eyes.

     “Don’t worry. We’ll let you know of any new developments. We’ll figure this out and find our friends,” Linda replied, trying to downplay Shana’s dire warning.

     The village looked lovely and peaceful on the surface, but Linda was afraid that there was much more brewing beneath the surface. As she ate her lunch, she tried to be as cheerful as possible so that Shana wouldn’t notice her rising fears and suspicions.

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PRAY FOR US

 

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
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THE EVIL INSIDE

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THE EVIL INSIDE

Can you feel the evil?

Spreading through town.

Moving through the trees.

Entering through open windows.

Spreading.

Enveloping us all.

It comes at night.

Into our beds.

Seeking the innocents.

Ones to join them.

In their deadly adventures.

Do not join them.

Stand strong.

Don’t let the evil enter.

Once it’s inside,

it won’t leave.

Until all are dead.

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THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE

 

He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.

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TO HELL AND BACK

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    The night holds you so tight.

    You must not fear or fight.

    You belong to us now.

    I say this with a bow.

    You will follow us to hell.

    As we ring the nightly bell.

    Our servants you will be.

    You’ll never be set free.

    The town belongs to us.

    No reason for a fuss.

    The Dead are here to stay.

    Come with us and play.

    THE DEAD GAME 

     

THE FIGHT

 

The church is on fire.

The town under attack.

Shadows in the wind.

Bringing hell to our homes.

Murder to our families.

Who are they?

What do they want?

We must fight back.

Fight for our lives.

Fight for our town.

Before it’s too late.

Before more disappear.

To the ranks of The Dead.

No more bodies on our shores.

No more victims of their wrath.

We will fight to the end.

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THE WITCHING HOUR

It’s the witching hour

 

Welcome the witching hour.

We can use their power.

Witches are good for Oasis.

I know them on first-name basis.

They might rid The Dead from here.

I cannot promise or swear.

They can cast spells to kill The Dead.

Better than hiding in your bed.

They are walking down the road.

No resemblance to a toad.

Beautiful they are all.

This night the town will fall.

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BURY IT

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Bury it.

Far below the earth.

Into the darkness.

Bury it deep.

Before it’s too late.

Let it sink into the dungeons.

Bury it now.

Away from humanity.

Beyond The Dead’s reach.

Bury the door.

Beyond The Dead’s control.

Say no prayers.

Let it go.

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RIDE WITH THE WIND

RIDE WITH THE WIND

They ride the night.
The Dead ride with the wind.
Daylight is their enemy;
Darkness their savior.
Lock your doors.
You might be next.
Hide well.
You might become one of them
On this dark night.
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