In exhausting dreams, There is no solace, no peace In unconsciousness, There is no escape; fears release Thoughts morph into demons, Stalking, Watching, Preying, Panic sets inAs courage weakensWalking, Running, Sprinting As claws dig into flesh No turning back The wound is fresh Howls form into words “In your imagination, you are free” Lies and deceit That is a guarantee For demons never let you rest Waking or asleep Impr...
‘The dolls!’ was Emma’s first conscious thought. She was sure she heard the delicate sounds of pitter-patter across her hardwood floors. With a shaking hand, she grabbed her phone and prayed to God that nothing had touched her. Emma’s fingers slid silently along the now lit screen and unlocked it. Every movement was stiff and deliberate. Fear and panic had seized her muscles. She pressed the flashlight button and shined...
It was the morning after and fear clung to her like sweat on skin. ‘Let’s spend the night in a haunted hotel...’ seemed a good idea. Fun. Harmless. Wine. Invoking silly chants over an Ouija board. Laughing at jump-scares. More wine. At some point, the candles flickered. The wind? These old places were draughty. At midnight the floorboards creaked. They giggled, emboldened by the wine. Sound of scratching against the wall....
Do ghosts feel lonely? Everybody knows by now that all of the Toys R Us outlets have been closed. The Toys R Us in Sunnyvale, CA was and still is haunted. The occurrences in this outlet have been well documented and even had a live TV ghost hunt for the nation to watch. Amazingly, the cameras actually filmed a shadow of a man leaning against the shelves watching the ghost hunters do their thing. (Actual photo above). The...
There's a house at the top of the hill. Haunted, of course.It doesn't want to kill, or even chill. Benevolent, of course. It used to be a mill. Abandoned, of course. They made twill. Aeons ago, of course. Now the house sits lonely and old. Awaiting its new masters. It's earned a reputation, ill-begotten. The house, alive, just wants company. It remembers, you see, it's former glory. Will it ever be loved again?
All the heartaches, the loneliness and disappointments, undeserving of love, unworthy of familyAs if my own little demon, it followed and watched, as it played havoc on those I loved, cackling in gleeThose I let see, they saw the ever haunting demon, witnessing the damage, wisely turning to fleeThe promises to be there, the talk of acceptance, and inspirational voices, all fell to the demon’s spreeThey saw what I didn’t,...
Haunted by the demons in my headAt night lying alone in my bed I hear the wind in my earsI feel his fear, it brings me to tears Haunted by the demons over hereNo one I trust, no one I want to hear Haunted by a girl I have to takeTake her away from daddy's grave Haunted by the screaming of his familyI can't give them the answer on the question why Haunted by people telling me to simply forgetBut that takes time, yes I know...
I loved that old house. When I became the project co-chairman I was given a set of keys and placed to the alarm call list because I live closer than anyone else. I would open it during the Summer to air it out, and I learned to navigate the interior in near pitch dark conditions.Despite the fact that others have seen images of a little girl that he daughter of the former owner and her dog at various places and times aroun...
Halloween. Is there a better holiday? I don't think so. I have loved Halloween since I was a kid, along with the old Universal and Hammer horror movies that only seemed to be shown during that time of year.In 1972 the Cleveland Jaycees leased a deserted 110 year old mansion on city property and converted it into a haunted house attraction. I heard the radio announcements for it the day after it opened and I felt a strong...
The plane had only been off the ground for about fifteen minutes when it hit turbulence. He was shaking; his white knuckled-hands gripped the arm rest, and his stomach tightened as he resisted the urge to vomit. It was only his second time flying. The first time was on his way to Novus Angelus--the place he was now leaving--and that trip didn't go too well. At least he managed to grab an aisle seat--just in case. "First t...
The heavy oak paneled door was firmly closed, its shiny brass latch securely locked — until she had taken her eyes off it for a moment. She had turned away from the door to return the broom to its cupboard when a gust of wind blew a shower of rustling variegated yellow, orange, brown and red detritus at her back and into the hallway yet again. She turned and stared in open mouthed disbelief at the wide open door, helpless...
The fog was rolling in like a throng of ghosts across the field. Its eerie fingers caressed the windows of the old house as the fog rose. In no time at all, it was as thick as the clichéd pea soup. Jessie Fontaine had to walk with her head down to make certain she didn’t trip in a hole. The old farm house was in the middle of a rutted hole-pocked yard in the middle of a barren field in the middle of nowhere. Well, not exa...
On October 1, 2008, an innocent woman was shot, and killed. Not only was she a woman, but a mother as well. The neighborhood is quiet, although there is a painfully loud echo of silence. The only sounds that are heard at night, are the occasional sound of a passing train. Sometimes there is an echo of footsteps, walking by in the darkness, and around October, those footsteps crunch loudly over leaves. A train sometimes go...
