The night was still, the air was cold,
A creeping dread began to hold,
As shadows stretched, and moonlight waned,
A sinister presence, unrestrained.
Beneath the earth, a secret stirred,
A whisper faint, a haunting word,
It echoed through the hollow trees,
A chilling voice that rides the breeze.
The mind begins to twist and bend,
For what is real—what’s just pretend?
The shadows move, the walls do speak,
The ground below begins to creak.
The mirror shows a face unknown,
A phantom not of flesh and bone,
It grins with eyes that glow like fire,
A vision born of dread’s desire.
But is it real, or just a thought,
A trick your own dark mind has wrought?
The more you stare, the less you know—
Is this a dream, or Hell’s first show?
Footsteps echo down the hall,
Though no one’s there, no one at all.
The whispers grow, they pierce your ear,
Revealing truths you’d rather fear.
“They see you now,” the voices hum,
“You cannot run, you cannot run.”
The walls grow close, the ceiling cracks,
The air grows thick, it presses back.
The window’s glass, it starts to bleed,
A shadow crawls, it starts to feed,
Upon your soul, your thoughts, your mind,
It gnaws, it twists, it seeks to bind.
You’re losing sense, you’re losing grip,
Reality begins to slip,
A laugh, a shriek, a silent scream—
Is this the end, or just a dream?
The door slams shut, the lights grow dim,
Your pulse, a frantic, fear-filled hymn,
Your breath is short, your throat is dry,
The room is cold, and yet you fry.
You feel them now, around your bed,
The creatures watching, hungry, dead,
Their eyes like embers in the night,
Their claws unseen, yet holding tight.
A whisper crawls into your brain,
A riddle filled with seeping pain,
It twists, it turns, it pulls you in,
Your thoughts consumed by fear’s cold grin.
They feed on doubt, they feast on fear,
They know the thoughts you hold so dear,
They warp the mind, they break the will,
And leave you hollow, cold, and still.
Your thoughts become the darkest maze,
A never-ending night of haze,
Where every corner holds despair,
A nightmare you cannot repair.
In shadows deep, they hide, they creep,
They haunt your soul, they steal your sleep,
And though you scream, no sound will break,
For in your mind, you’ve sealed your fate.
You’ve walked too far, you’ve peered too close,
The mind, it bends when fear’s engrossed,
Now all is black, there is no dawn,
For in your mind—you’ve long been gone.
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Perfect for upcoming spooky season! (But then again, to me – it’s always spooky season!) lol 😆
Thank you! Haha, I love that mindset—spooky season all year round sounds pretty awesome to me, too! 😆 Glad you enjoyed it, and here’s to more eerie vibes ahead! 🥂😎
Sounds good to me! Cheers! 🥂
“A vision born of dread’s desire” … very cool!
Linda xx
Thank you very much, Linda! 😎
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