At The Motel
The morbid recordings found in room thirteen became evidence. Their bizarre rituals haunted the dreams of those lucky enough to survive a night with this twisted band of misfits.
A note written in blood on the VCR read "Watch Me."
His favorite family photo stolen from home four months ago was found on top of the TV with two faces X'd out and his wife's circled. His daughter was completely removed from the picture. Her pool of blood formed a heart shape.
Every year they have a road trip to somewhere new. Moments of bonding bring them closer together. They play games, sing their hearts out, steal cars, and rob stores. Between the team of four, hangs for breasts and two dongs. Fred Is the man of Nancy's dreams. Lisa dips her skinny fingers in blood to paint a smile on Ralph's face in honor of their last adventure together.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" The worker asked me once again. Damn, these low standard labourers are so irritating. I firmly said yes for the thousandth time. They are scared of something that died in 1975, today is 2017, but they just don't understand that fear is a myth. Ghosts were never there, neither they ever will be. But these bloody horrified souls are worrying over a ghost. Who'll tell them if ghosts were that powerful, why the hell the world wouldn't like to die?
With shaky hands, the worker started digging out the grave of some Kath named person, and buried the grave of a newly died person called Stane. Now, who in the world thought that even a graveyard would somed...
She embraced the horror
Of the life
Wore that mask with pride,
A scar down her bottom lip
Veins hanging down like the veil of a bride.
An actress she was,
Both in real life and on the set,
Blood dripping down her eyes
Always kept her cheeks wet.
One day she saw the metahumans and Frankensteins walking down the street,
The pumpkins hanging and worn around
Artificial blood and brains for the feast.
She smirked and said to her little bat pet
That's just one days scene,
Because she knew for her it was everyday
Everyday it was the Halloween!
...and even the memories that once made me happy, I am scared to live them again...
What if being scary is more fun than being normal?
Satanic shadows (2)
Fear is thrilling
The fear u have for me
I can almost taste it
Its so sweet...
That piece of meat
caged inside your ribs
wants to break free
It fears me...
The thudding sound is heavenly....
Your soft body is shaking..
Wimpparing u plead
Blood dripping from your throat
is my answering ...
Have you ever walked through your house in the dark, maybe up the stairs at a brisk pace, or raced down the hallway to the bathroom? Have you ever thought for even just a second that someone or something was playing tag with your shadow? Have you ever spoken out loud to them? To it?
More frequently than I care to admit, I find myself scolding it. "Stop it." "Leave me alone." "I don't follow you around, why must you follow me?" "You're invading my space, please keep yourself at a distance, friend."
I don't know if it's a friend. I don't even know if it IS. I just hope, more than anything, that it never answers back.
He heard the dead silence in his heart..
He woke up out of his dream..
Horror sounding in the air, he was terrified to move..from a distance he saw something Twinkling...For a while he was glued to what he saw.....it was her eyes..
They were mesmerizing..
Those almond shaped eyes had a deep sparkle which made him see through the darkness.... They have something to say....That silent night has something to hear ,the words of light from the darkest hours,Sparkling jewels that lures him into her.Depth unknown he was ready to fall into the mysterious pit.
I am not scared of the darkness,
I am not scared of the silence,
I am not scared of the night,
I am scared of my thoughts that are wide awake throughout the night.
I can do this. He can’t touch me. H-he can’t touch me. The court was silent as my lawyer stepped forward approaching the bench where Ben sat, the orange jumpsuit and shackles he wore had no effect on him as he slouched in his seat. "Now, Benjamin, why did you go after your step sister? Why did you sexually torture Ava in the basement of your parents’ home?” My lawyer turned to look at the jurors shifting side to side to give them a full view of Ben. Glancing over, I watched as the expressions on the women’s faces switching between horrified and disgusted while the men’s seemed to redden with anger. As Ben just smirked, he trailed his gaz...