HORROR STORY (FROM Voo's Vault)

Ghostly Theater soundtrack

 Horror Story

The fog rolled in over the ocean

Quiet, white, on little cat feet

Thick as smoke and menacing

In a steel butterfly kind of way.

It was just in time to meet the storm

Rolling in from an alternate direction

Dark and black and noisy

Like a marching band from hell.

All night the wind had howled

Outside my shuttered window

Tree branches with gnarled gray fingers

Had scratched the roof and tapped on the panes.

I was in the house alone

Had been for thirteen days

Thirteen days of terror gnawing at my insides

Terror, which had no voice except a scream.

"You can never leave here." they had told me

"Once you walk through that door

You're here forever."

And to my everlasting despair, I found that to be true.

Cellars are terrible places

Dead things live there

Rotting things and ancient things

That smell of decay and hopelessness.

I wish I hadn't gone there

I wish I had stayed in the attic with the bats

And the vampires and the ghosts that walked

And moaned all night.

But I had to find a way out

I had tried every door, every barred window

Every keyhole, nook and cranny

The cellar was the last place to look for freedom.

I watched that fog roll in

Through the leaded glass at the top of the stairs

Across the shore, across the cliff, across the lawn

Drawing closer and taking on the form of a man.

I closed my eyes and prayed

"This is just a dream." I said and my voice echoed

Down the dark corridors and off the awful paintings

That hung on every wall like spies in a castle.

Thunder roared and lightning struck

And just for a moment I could see clearly

As I stood looking down the endless staircase

And looking back at me were terrible things with red, red eyes.

Behind me, I heard a footstep

And off I flew down those uncounted steps in the darkness

Down to rooms full of dusty furniture and unlit candles

Fear driving me relentlessly, looking for I knew not what.

Doors, doors, so many doors

They seemed to open of their own accord

Inviting me into the heart of the house

But none that I could see, that led away.

Rustling noises like mice running

And yet not like mice filled my screaming ears

Invisible arms brushed against mine

And I pushed them away and fell and ran and fell and ran.

"Down here." I heard distinctly

And I gasped and ran in the direction of the voice

The outline of a dark, dark door illuminated in a flash

Then it flew open and something drew me down.

Down squeaky, rotting steps

With breath as cold as ice and air as foul

As the devil's soul, the cellar waited for me

And I was much too shattered to resist.

"Who's there?" I cried, hopeful

"Can you tell me how to get out of here?"

And before I had stepped on the last broken step

The door behind me slammed shut and I heard a lock click.

Then something whispered

And something slithered

And something touched my face

And I.....................................

Ghostly Theater remix

©by Voo

Oct 24, 07

midnight