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Saturday, October 14, 2017

HORROR STORY









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



Wednesday, October 11, 2017

The Mummy Walks






The Mummy Walks



The mummy walks the corridor
 Dressed in ancient rags
Damaged in discovery, the left leg slightly drags
Eyes are blank and dreamless, the hands are limp and cold
 Head is bowed and mournful, feeling centuries old.

 Searching for a light to shine, looking for a map
To turn the darkness into day, awakened from a nap 
Left, the mummy thinks, then stops no, right, there stands a door
Tripping over strings and things, falling on the floor.

 At last the goal sought is in sight, 

The creature's blood runs hotter
It's 2 in the morning and a child's voice screams out

"Mommy, where's my drink of water?"








Copyright ©2007 
by Voo

the cat with one big EYE






the cat with one big EYE



Walked out the door the other day
Heading for my car 
Dropped my car keys on the grass 
Didn't know what for 
Heard a sound behind my back 
Didn't see a thing 
But didn't like the sound of it 
Was like a growwwwlllling..........

Scooped up the keys 
And did it quick
Scared of unseen foes 
I turned around and on the ground 
I stopped dead still and froze 
There was a cat with One big Eye 
Staring up at me 
Looking like a tiny panther
Hungry for such as me.......

I backed up slowly 
And ran away 
Hurried to my car 
But when I got to the side of the Ford 
The cat was already there 
Where ya going? the cat then asked 
And I didn't know what to say 
I'd never spoken to a cat before 
It was turning out to be a strange day.....

Uh...I'm...uh. um. .I'm going to work
I finally just blurted out 
And I looked around with one eye on the ground 
For someone to whom I could shout 
Just chill out, man, the cat then said 
It's not your day to die
Then the alarm clock screamed 
And it shattered the dream 
But all I could do was lie...

In a pool of sweat, sheets soaking wet 
So happy I could cry 
The dream was no more 
But when I opened the door..... 
There was the cat with One big Eye.





          ©by Voo            
Jan 30, 2005
 10:30 p.m.



TSK TSK





Tsk Tsk


standing in the silence singing
falling on the lawn
looking for the host of heaven
waking up to dawn

kneeling in the afterglow
indulgence knocked you down
i offered you a drink of wine
but you didn't have to drown.





©by voo
may 12, 07 
7:56 p.m

Monday, October 9, 2017

Whisper In The Wind by Paulie B

Whisper in the Wind


Can you hear that?

Yes!
The rumble of the ground
Earth rebels
Cracking and seething
Shaking
Men cry in terror
Buildings fall apart

No, that's not what I meant!
Can you hear that?

Yes!
And I feel the heat!
Sweat pours from me!
Flames lick loudly
Inferno rages
Deafening as wood splinters
External roar
We're all going to die!

No, that's not what I meant!
Can you hear that?

Yes!
Howling gale
Windy scream
Shuddering through all it meets
Causing involuntary cries
From all in its path
Devastating
Tears form in my eyes!

No, that's not what I meant!
Can you hear that?

No
No, I hear nothing
I am worn out

Listen!
It is almost overwhelmed
A tidal wave of white noise seeks to tune it out
Chatter chatter seeks to block it
Competing ideologies seek to confuse it
Listen!
A little voice
You have to be quiet
You have to filter out the other voices
Shhhh!
The whisper
Be still and know that this is God

Copyright Paul Bird 2017