The night settled, dark and gloomy as I stepped back into my hotel room. Room 13. The stairs creaked as I walked up slowly to escape the misery outside as I closed the tall, tattered door and locked it carefully. The room is very old fashioned and most of the things look like they go far back. I made my way over to the tartan red bed with wooden bed frames and snuggle under the duvet. A weird soun...

It was a casualty in the garden, the birds were chripping and the trees were swaying, but then we something, or was it someone?Me and my friend run! It was a sprint of someone, “AHH” said my friend Abria, She talked in fear, “ RUN AND DONT LOOK BACK” she says,. I do everything I can to save her, then the unthinkable happened, The garden go silent. Then the spirit comes to me and says…… my eyes ope...

“Party, sex, and drugs… what a night!” Only Rosy could smile while puking into a bush.
“It’s basically every night for you,” I muttered. “Let’s get home before you end up sleeping in those bushes.”
“Only if we get food first,” she slurred, striking a superhero pose — but it was clear dragging her home was the less humiliating option.
We were only a few blocks away, and the fresh air might be good ...

Paisley attended a very special Halloween party on Saturday. She attended it because her boyfriend Lucas begged her to go, otherwise, she would’ve loved to stay home in her bed and watch Netflix. She instantly regretted going right when she entered because upon being late, everyone was screaming and running away from _something._ Paisley was a brave person, so instead of running away like the othe...

Through the thickest fog—no wait, smog, a voice, drunk with heavy bass harmonized by baritone supporting voices, wails to me. “HENRYYYYYY,” the bass summons, as my neck hair is molested by the scorching breath, followed by the ghoulishly cold wind. “IHAVEBEENWAITINGLONGFORYOURARRIVAL,” exclaimed by what I thought were multiple people, revealed to be just “_him.__”__ _He was terrifying, with finger...

Oh, how I thought when they had told me about the sleeping maiden, entrapped in glass, I would find this beautiful woman. But, as I stepped up to her glass case, after taking away that deceiving glass, I had realised that the fair maiden I had seen earlier was just a hoax. I stumble back, in fear. The maiden was not in fact sleeping, but rather undead. She shot up and made a grab for me, as soon a...

Poison. Terror. Death. Dead and living. Dead and alive. A curse holds thee in such a state. A state greater than the sentence of death itself.

For she drank from the river of life, and now her life flows downstream into an eternal depth....

It has been a long time since I was her. I stare at what had once been a beautiful, healthy body. My ghostly fingers trace the mouldering flesh wistfully. Oh, to be alive again, to feel the wind caressing my face again, to feel the joys and the pains of love, and to feel connected with my surroundings instead of merely haunting them, detatched and meaningless. Oh death, where is your satisfaction?...

Who is there?

What could that noise be?

What could make that noise?

I own this tomb and all around me.

How could there be someone there?

It’s always been me here.

No one but me....

“Bit of a horror poem this one - couldn’t resist”

My name means purity and light,

Once I brought beauty and kindness into the world.

Then the mirror caught sight of me,

though it did not reflect the axe,

In another life I might have ducked that jealous blade,

I might have loved and been loved,

sevenfold,

I would have consumed the poison,

trick or no,

I would have endured the soft blus...