POEM STARTER
"Even the dead tell stories."
Using this as the opening or closing line, try writing a horror or thriller poem.
The Evil Inside Of Me
I got into my car the one night
I was heading to my new home in
The middle of the woods…
Anyways this house was supposed to
Be haunted, but no one told me that it was.
I found that out later on…
Anyways, as I wash
Driving down the highway, I had this eerie
Feeling.
All of a sudden, I came to a stop.
In the middle of the road there was a
Shadow.
Not sure if it was a human shadow or an
Animal shadow.
Then the Shadow disappeared.
And I kept on driving.
I finally made it to my new home.
It totally looked creepy on the outside.
The other owners left all of their stuff
Behind.
And they didn’t say why.
When I walked into the house, the
Inside of it was not creepy at all.
I went to bed that night.
I was so tired .
The next day when I woke up
I found scratches and bruises on my arms
And legs.
I didn’t think of anything of it.
Because I thought to myself that I did that
When I was sleeping.
So I started looking around the house,
After I had breakfast.
It was quiet for awhile and then all of a sudden
There was a loud bang coming from the kitchen.
So I went to the kitchen and found that the cupboards
Were opening and closing all by themselves.
I called the real estate agent and there was no answer.
So I went outside and walked to the backyard.
When I went there, I saw a swing set.
And I swore there was a small child sitting on the swing.
I turned my head for a second then when I looked
Back at the swing there was no child, the swing was
Moving by itself.
I started screaming and then went back into the house.
That night when I went back to bed,
I felt something strange
Like someone just entered my body.
When I woke up the next day, I felt like a total different person.
I was really angry and I wanted to hurt people.
The one day my family came to see me for a week.
So they slept in the guest room.
The next morning, my family told me that they bruises all over their bodies
They told me not worry about it.
And then it happened again the next night.
This time they all said it was hand prints that were on them..
I looked at them and said they were imagining things.
The next few days, took a bad side.
My family said that I have changed since the last time they had seen me.
They said I was angry and doing things in my sleep.
Very terrible things inside me.
Evil inside of me.