BOOK OF NIGHTMARES

 

My dreams haunt me.

They torment me each night.

They follow me,

Giving my heart a fright.

I’ve put my demons in my book

To ease my troubled mind.

Why don’t you take a closer look,

And see what you can find?

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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?

A school for peculiar children.

How peculiar was peculiar at that time?

Were these children murderers?

Psychopaths?

They sat around a circle.

Doing what?

Terrifying each other?

Or were they terrified

of their teachers?

Imagine the horrors.

Imagine the sadness

between these walls.

No wonder it closed down.

Where are these children now?

AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

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The guests are dancing

between frozen statues.

Statues of ice.

Sad expressions for eternity.

Why do they appear alive?

Tears flowing down

their frosty cheeks.

Tears that appear wet.

This glass house holds terrors.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

Time to leave this fake paradise.

To leave the perfect guests.

To escape if one can.

Escape this deadly game

of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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ALONE IN A CEMETERY

Would you walk alone in

a cemetery at night?

With the mist swaying

and the wind moaning.

Shadows appearing before you

and then behind you.

Are they leading you somewhere or

following in your hesitant footsteps?

A statue looms in the distance.

A very tall statue.

Taller than any of the

gravestones or mausoleums.

Now the statue is moving,

coming closer to me.

Time to run!

Walking in a graveyard at night

didn’t turn out to be such a good idea.

Ouch!

It scratched me!