Samhain

Scary, haunted Writings!

1. Calaca
My Darling, My Doll:
My darling,
My doll.
You've been away for too long.

I've begun to miss
The taste of your blood
On my tongue.
And the frightened look
In your eyes.

Porcelain skin,
Satin lips.
Charred corpse,
Ashen remains.

My darling,
My doll.
To fight would be useless,
Your screams unheard.

My darling,
My doll.
Remain in this hell,
Forever my toy.

Sandman's Lullaby:
Toss and turn in your bed
For soon it'll be time for dread
Shut your eyes,
Listen close
For the Sandman's whispering curse

Heed this warning,
Take some care
For only you
Can fight the demons
That seek to destroy
Everything you love
And end your life
And in the shadows
You must wait
For your chance
To break free
And corrupt

Like others before.

2. Jihou
Love is Killer:
She loved the way he swung his hair
It sucks that he never cared.
Days by Days, she passes notes

But she never got to wear his sport coat
Finally he admitted his love for her
But his actions caused her to not be able to listen... or breathe.
Sweet dreams, little baby:
Every night, the baby can't sleep
Nightmares fill him of deaths of his family
He dreams of the bathtub being filled of blood
The sheets of his parents covered up to their forehead

And then his sister pushed onto a fence spike
He wakes up to find out that it was all true
Everyone was dead except for him

The cops found him with a knife hidden under his bed.
People found it crazy that he could kill them.
But they were all foolish.

3. Ulorix
Pretty Little Garden Shed:
I sat quietly by myself, staring out the window of our home. I can see my wife’s reflection; she smiles. I smile. Her smile is my life, I live everyday to see it. She comes over, and wraps her arms around me. I place my hand on her forearm as she kisses my forehead. We had been married for 2 years now, and we’re still madly in love with eachother.

We still have not thought about children, or raising a family. I don’t particularly mind, we have all the time in the world. We’re still young, and have a whole life ahead of us. The sun sets in the sky, and it is beautiful. Gentle and bold hues of pinks and yellows, and a bold orange streak across the horizon. She tells me that dinner is ready, and I follow her to the dining room where we would enjoy our meal together. I quickly finished, and thanked her with a kiss. I’d move back to my chair by the window, and would read for a few hours before I’d retire to bed with Clara.

By 6 AM, I was awake, and Clara was preparing breakfast for us before I’d leave for work. I came from the bedroom, dressed in my finest suit, and would join her in the dining room. A classic breakfast sat before me: Eggs, buttered toast, a few slices of bacon, and a cup of coffee. I stayed fairly quiet during breakfast, as I finished my coffee. Clara would clear away the dishes as I’d finish reading the local newspaper. By 7 AM, it was time for me to leave for work. I grabbed my hat and breifcase, and would wait by the door for Clara to wish me a good day at work, as per usual. With a kiss to her cheek, I’d leave to earn us the money we needed to afford our very comfortable lifestyle. I earned a very respectable pay at the bank, where I worked as a financial advisor for the wealthier folk in town.

I arrived by 7:30 AM, as I parked my car in the small lot outside the bank. My secretery, Aida would greet me, and inform me of my appointments I had for the day with clients. She was a beautiful young woman, with long legs, and a perfect hourglass figure. She had golden-brown hair that was well kept, and deep hazel eyes. Her dressed were very fine, and cut just below her knees. A pearl necklace adorned her neck, and hung loosely by her chest. I smiled and thanked her, as I moved into my office. I admired the photo of Clara on my desk. True, Aida was a beautiful woman, but she held no place in my heart. I loved no one but Clara, and wouldn’t ever consider being unfaithful. She would never be untrue to me, I know. She wouldn’t. That would be of unspeakable nature.

It was noon hour, and usually about the time Clara would phone me to talk for a few moments during my break. Surely enough, the phone did ring. Aida would come into my office with a smile, and informed me that my wife Clara was on the phone. I’d pick up, smiling, and would chat with my wife for my lunchbreak. A few moments later, Aida returned to my office. “Sir, Mr. Gerritt would like to see you in his office.” I nodded, and told Clara I was needed back at work. I hung up the phone, and would walk over to my boss’ office.

“Ah, Henry. Sit down." I sat in the chair, smoothing out a slight fold in my pantleg. “Yes, Henry. There’s been a big workload, and I’ll need you to work overtime for a few weeks. That isn’t a problem, is it?” I shook my head and smiled. “Of course not, Sir. I’ll get right on it.” Mr. Gerritt smiled, and dismissed me back to my office. The overtime meant I’d have to stay for an extra 4 hours after my usual finishing time. Surely Clara won’t mind. I called to let her know. She sounded a little irritated, but didn’t say anything in protest. I told her I loved her, and that I needed to get back to work.

Weeks turned into months, and I was still working overtime. I didn’t return home until very late at night, and soon Clara stopped waiting up for me. I didn’t think anything of it, I simply ate the dinner that waited in the icebox for me, and would go to bed shortly after. Clara was quieter than normal that morning of October 13th, 1938. She said nothing but a quiet ‘Good Morning, Henry.’ And fixed me a quick breakfast of toast and coffee. She seemed to be on edge, though I hadn’t a clue why. So I asked what was the matter. She said nothing, but looked at me from across the table, with worried eyes.

I shrugged it off, but upon reading the paper, I knew she was hiding something. Her eyes could not keep secrets. I still said nothing as I left for work. She hesitantly kissed me goodbye, and I knew immediately that whatever she was hiding was serious. I thought about it all along the drive to work. I went into the office silently, and said nothing to Aida. Aida’s smile faded, as she worriedly followed me into my office. “Is something the matter, Sir?” I sighed and shook my head. “Don’t worry yourself over it, Aida.”

She nodded, but she was not convinced. She handed me a note from Mr. Gerritt, which informed me that my overtime was finished, and I could leave work early. I was relieved, as I’d been losing more and more sleep. Not from overworking myself, but from the distance that was growing between me and my wife. I decided not to call Clara, and would instead surprise her. I finished my work at about 2 PM, and would stop off at the local market and would pick up some flowers for Clara. Carnations, her favourite.

I was still worried about the secret she was hiding, but I figured that she’d be so happy that I would be home now, that she’d tell me and we’d go back to things like before. I got back in my car, and drove home. I pulled the car up the driveway, and quietly went inside. I could hear Clara in the kitchen, and I slowly crept towards the kitchen. I dropped the bouquet of carnations as I peeked inside. Clara was nude, and layed upon the small table in the kitchen as another man made love to her.

The man heard the bouquet hit the floor and quickly grabbed his clothes off the floor, and covered himself as he pushed himself nervously against the wall. Clara stared at me in horror, as she too picked up her dress off the floor, covering herself. She stepped towards me, but I stepped back. “Henry.. Please, let me explain, Dear.” I raised my hand and looked away. “You don’t need to explain anything, Clara. I can see for myself.” I glared at the man, and told him to get out and not to come back. He ran out the front door, got changed, and took off. I turned to Clara, as she put her dress on.

“Please, Henry, Let’s talk about this. I didn’t mean-” I angrily stared at her, and she fell silent. I took a step towards her and I grabbed her by her shoulders and pushed her into the wall. “Why?” She looked away from me, crying. I shoved her again, and repeated my question. “I’m sorry.” I let go of her. I started breathing heavily, my eyes teared up. “Henry.. I love you. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” I shoved her again, and stared into her eyes. “Then why? Why did you do this to me? To us?”

Clara began to cry. “I’m so sorry, Henry. We can start over, can’t we? I still love you, Yes, we’ll start all over again. We’ll work it out.” I stared at her. My eyes stopped tearing, and the tears that had fell had dried. I held onto her tightly, then I pulled her with me as I went outside. She struggled against me, but I only pulled her along even more roughly. “Henry, what are you doing? Where are we going?” I said nothing as I grabbed the rope off the barn wall. She began to scream, but I slapped her and told her to be quiet. She cried harder, and looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

I ignored her. I began to tie up her hands and legs. I told her to stay still, as I got more materials. “What are you going to do, Henry? Why are you doing this?” I ignored her for a few moments as I gathered up some cement, some wood, nails, and a hammer. Then I smiled. “We’re starting over. I’m going to build you a house, like I did before.” She stared at me, confused. “I don’t understand..” I laughed quietly to myself, and told her to stand up and help me. I untied her feet, but left her hands tied.

“Go stand in that bucket of cement.” Before she could question or protest, I shoved her in the bucket and told her not to move. She kept quiet, and didn’t move. I began to cut the wood as the cement around her feet dried. “Henry…the cement, it’s drying. I’m going to get stuck.” I smiled, and continued to measure and cut the wood. “Henry, please! What are you going to do?” I began to place wood around her, stacking them and nailing them in place. “Like I already explained, Clara, my love. I’m building a house.”

Clara began to struggle, but the cement was already thick and dry. Tears streamed down her face as she watched me with pleading eyes. “Henry..” I continued my work, building the walls of the house higher and higher. “I’m working, Clara. Be quiet. I’m building you a house, where you will stay. Forever.” Clara started to scream, and I grabbed the hammer and brought it to the side of her head. “Don’t make me use this, Clara. I don’t want to hurt you.” Clara quickly fell silent, except for a few gasping sobs as I continued to build a small house around her.

“No windows for you to see, No doors for you to leave. No doors for men to come to, so they can’t make love to you. No way for my wife to ever leave me. Ever.” Clara cried more, pleading for me to let her go. I started whistling a tune as I continued to work. I grabbed some shingles from the back of the barn and I began to build a roof. Clara begged me more to let her go, and I smiled, reaching over the wall and brushed the hair out of her face. “I’m sorry, love, but I can’t have you go running off with other men. Had I known I married a whore, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

Clara cried louder, and I simply whistled louder. I finished the roof, and began to shingle it. She screamed and cried from inside as it grew darker and darker inside. I smiled and wiped the sweat off my brow as I admired my new shed. “I’ll place you in the garden, I think.” Clara cried and screamed from inside, but her voice was muffled through the heavy wood. I had no worries of anyone hearing her. I tied a rope around the shed, and used my car to pull it from the barn and into the garden behind my house. I smiled, as the sun began to set. I went inside, and made myself dinner, and would sleep surprisingly easy that night.

I would go into work the next morning and inform Aida that my wife had run off with a young man from another city. I would of course be quite upset, but I knew that Aida, my lovely secretary would comfort me. I’d ask her that day to marry me. We have now been married for 3 years. My lovely wife Aida has blessed me with a beautiful daughter. We sit in the garden together, and enjoy our tea as we watch the sun set into beautiful shades of pink and yellow. My daughter comes and sits on my knee, and asks me about the shed in the garden.

“Papa, why is there no window or door to the garden shed? And why does it have such a bad smell?” I smile, and brush the long golden brown hair from her face. “Papa made that before you were born. It is for decoration, sweetheart. And the smell, my dear. Is the sewer line that comes from the house. It was ugly, so Papa built a little shed around it to make the garden look much prettier.” My daughter smiles and hugs me, and tells me that the garden is very pretty. My wife Aida, kisses me on the cheek as she takes our daughter inside for bed.

I follow closely behind, and join Aida in the bedroom. “Henry, the shed is lovely, but the smell is horrid. Take it down and have it properly taken care of, or I’ll take it down myself.” I smile, and kiss my wife as she settles down for bed.

Looks like I’ll be making another shed soon.

4. Khai Ferris
Gehenna:
With every breath,
The urge rises through.
With every sight,
The thirst thrums stronger.
With each echo,
The Beast howls it's rage.

In the deepness of infinity,
We feed.
We Frenzy.
Until the night comes to us no more,
Or the Beast,
Sheltered in it's tattered cage
Is silenced within.

No fear lies within us,
Unless one would know the tale.
Soon the rest shall learn
What fear is.
The moon rises crimson,
A black sun soon to follow.
Think not that the dead can not die,
For the end of us all draws near.

Lover's Nightmare:
My heart, my soul
What you've become to me
My wish, my dream
For all eternity

Within my dreams
A cold desire
Of endless love
Like liquid fire

Suddenly my dream goes cold
Like the rose does it unfold
Crimson droplets on the sand
Down into the pits of Hell
Spinning past me like a spell
Like a brush over my hand

Tales to be told
Lives to be lost
Great Ones fallen
What is the cost?

My life, my love
Lost in the pit of flames
My hope, my breath
Stolen by dev'lish games

When I wake you'll still be there
Soothing away my nightmare
Running fingers down my arms

Clearing out my troubled mind
Always being my own kind
Caressing me with your charms

My heart, my soul
Keep me eternally
My life, my love
Be my reality

5. Beelzenef
Pumpkin
Laughing children walk
From house to house happily
It is Halloween.

I Am

I am orange and round
I wonder what I will be made into
I hear children enjoying the night
I see so many costumes
I want to join the fun

I am orange and round
I pretend to be human, sometimes
I feel a longing to join them
I touch the cement I rest on
I worry about when I will die
I cry when I realise my time is nearly up

I am orange and round
I understand that my dreams will never come true
I say enjoy what I have
I dream of being human
I try to ignore my wants
I hope to be one of them someday

I am a pumpkin

6. Ambrosine
Paranoia:
As time goes,
I watch the clock tick.
By and by,the hours go.
With my dying wit.

As I sit, and as I wait,
For something real to come.
My imagination, runs away.
I whine, and suck my thumb.

Paranoia, clawing pain.
The things inside my brain.
They're just thoughts,
But still, they scare.
And of this, I'm aware.

For years, I've seen the shadows dance.
And lights that are not there.
It's like a sick and twisted trance.
And damn, it's so unfair.

So I'll take pills,
I'll choke them down.
To make the voices stop.
But wait, hang on, that's unfair.

And what if they don't stop? Hallucinations:
A clatter on the window panes.
Precarious, and all blood stains.
Or are those trees, in red tail lights?
Little whispers of the night.

Mother's footsteps on the stairs,
Or the wandering of restless bears?
Nothing I hear is what it seems,
And now I'm ripping at the seams.

Shapes in the trees, of all designs.
Skulls and faces, hard to see in rhymes.
My mind must be playing tricks, is it me or is it hot?
Every little 'click' is like another gunshot.
A Haunting:
A snippet of music,
A story untold.
As if we would lose it,
Or something that old.

A playback through the corridors,
Where once musician lived.
Now desolate and barriers,
Music can only give.

Trapped in hallways long since left,
To repeat daily routines.
Have we forgotten about death?
Well, that's the way it seems.

A haunting, known by all around.
The ghost who will not go.
But once this too was your town.
So why can't this be so?

7. Dancing Cupcake
Just Friends:
He said
"Oh, let's just be friends"
On the fateful night.
For all he knew,
He was just fine
He'd never get a fright.

But she,
So hurt, so alone
Wanted some revenge.
For all she had to do
Was scare him half to death
Could she do it? That depends.

She drove up to his house that day
And waited there for him
She shut off her car,
Turned off her lights
And sat there, with a grin
She really was bizarre.

When he came out
All Hell broke loose
Yelling, screaming, breaking.
Then out something came
From the young girls pocket.
And he just stood there, shaking.

The moonlight glinted off the thing,
And both eyes stared,
The girl, with anger and rage.
Whipped it toward his face
It stopped, now plunged inside
His blood spurting onto this page.

The girl, happy for her deed,
Quickly rushes home
To tell her friends about him.
She finally picked up the phone
And when her friend picked up,
She said "Today was oh, so grim!"

She finishes the story,
And never told another soul
For that is her secret, and only hers
Not for anyone else to hear.
Not for anyone else to know.

Her secret isn't yours.

Hero, Hero:
Hero, hero
Slain the tyrant
Listen to the people cheer
Hearken to the cries for freedom
The tears in the eyes of the people
The bell tolling from the steeple

Hero, hero
Weeping softly
Why are you crying?
You're the last I'd believe was afraid of dying
The clear soul-water dripping from your eyes
Seems to dullen and enfeeble your brilliant armor

Hero, hero
Sullen soldier
Holding your sword in the ground
And your head in your helmet
Silent defender of this great city
A relic of a bygone time

Hero, hero
Gone like a ghost
Your speechless form looms in the square
The barren homes and countless screams
Remind us that you weren't there
But we still love you so

Hero, hero
Last one standing
They took our dignity and our pride
Trashed our city, love belied
And when they came to see you dead
Paraded about, pike through your head

Hero, hero
Final revenge
Bombs in the cellar, powder under the bridge
Mollified danger, calculated chaos
The enemy defeated, at noble cost
Shining guardian stands over his sunken city.

8. Nekotsune
The Reunion:
Click Clack Click Clack
Melody racing in eardrums
Pounding ferociously against chest
Scree Scree Scree Scree
Shiver of terror
Slithering over the floorboards
Cree Creak Cree Creak
Oozing scarlet covering
Scores of agony all over
T-tap T-tap T-tap
On the floorboards
Leap from fetal position
T-tap T-tap T-tap T-tap
Race through the doorframe
Fall up the entrail splattered stairs
Bang Bang Bang Bang
Sticky breath on neck
Piercing into flesh
Huuuhh Huhhh Huuuhh
Raspy, shallow breathing
Jaws wide in silent scream
B-bump B-bump B-bump
Freakish monstrosity a-top
Body pressed to the disgusting floor
Groan Scream Groan SCREAM
Talons slicing through limbs
Severed pieces flying every where
Clunk Smack Thwap Crash
Quite a family reunion
Everyone splattered on the walls

The Creatures:
Dagger pointed horns
Scythe like claws
Fearsome rouge eyes
Equine designed figure
Banner’s of flame
Snorting smoke
To touch is to die

Here comes daddy

Monstrosity of a beast
Ten ton or more in weight
Five stories in height
Lava seeping through cracks in the skin
Empty, fathomless sockets for eyes
Teeth of obsidian
Feet of the lion
Sprouting from the back the most odd
Tattered, rotting wings of the bat
Screaming war call of the griffin

Take a Walk:
Busy, cluttered avenues
Traffic blocked the streets
Thousands of people walking
No one who can make ends meet
Crashing through the buildings
Tearing over the streets
The duo did take vengeance
For the ones who did not eat
Feast, oh what a feast

Chew your food

Tattered, broken city
Dark as dark could be
Streets running red
No one willing to see
Did any survive
This horrid night
When the creatures
Came down to see?

Tresspasser:
Ethereal breeze swept the place
Broken, aged, weathered
Headstones lay in rows and rows
Memoirs of their holders

Eerie, ancient oak tree
Tired as tired could be
Holding own against the weather
Ten years and what will it be?

Alabaster moon hidden
No trace of starlight up
Lights of the town non-existent
Does any dare call the bluff?

Hissing in the shadows
It jolts towards the prey
Poison dripping fangs bared
Neck flesh final destiny

Transparent, leftovers
Shredded so carelessly
No respect for the trespasser
Who only wanted to check
On his family’s tree

9. Teira
The Wolven:
The wolf-furre was traveling alone that fateful night. He was a merchant by trade and was returning home to his young wife and child. It was cold that night; a crisp autumn wind had caused the fallen leaves to take flight. After the moon was at its highest, the furre found he had taken a wrong turn and was now hopelessly lost in the forest. Alone in the dark, the merchant could barely make out the dirt path that lay at his feet. An owl hooted nearby and the furre could hear the beat of its mighty wings as it scooped up its next meal.

There was loud clank. The hair on the back of the furre’s neck stood up straight, and he fancied that he had heard the sound of chains rattling right behind him. The furre froze. He turned around, but alas, no one was there. The furre went on. Now he could feel a hot breath down his neck and his nostrils filled with the stench of burning flesh. Shaking, the furre turned again, finding himself facing a huge Wolven Ferian. Its shaggy pelt dripped with pure black and its eyes glowed brilliant red that seemed to burn with the fires of below. Around its neck hung a chain collar, a chain leash swinging off it, broken. Its breath billowed out like smoke in the cold autumn night.

It growled. The furre ran. The furre ran for dear life, pumping his legs for all their strength. He ran without ceasing, not even when his lungs screamed and his legs grew heavy with exhaustion. Crossing a bridge, the furre finally stopped and hunched over, gulping in air. Bracing himself, he looked back. The Ferian was no where to be seen.

Then, he smelled it, that reek of death filled the air with its sickening scent. The merchant let out a yelp: the Wolven was standing right in front of him. But that is not why our hero shrieked so; for in the beast’s mouth hung the limp body of his beloved wife. Roughly the Ferian tossed it at the feet of the furre. Then, it reached to pull a smaller body off its massive back and tossed it next to the other corpse.

The furre fell to his knees and wailed: for lying dead before him were his wife and child, a furling not even in its second year.

The Wolven let out a thunderous growl before it vanished. The bodies of his greatest treasures disappeared as well, leaving the merchant alone in his dreadful misery.

Heartsick from the horrific vision, the merchant raced home, no longer lost. By sunrise, the furre burst through his cottage door…only to find both his wife and child dead, and by the looks of it, they had died in their sleep the night before.

10. Xikk
Untitled Frightener:
The sky was pitch black, only the light of the full moon to brighten it. No stars were out, which was strange for any night. Mandy was sitting outside, alone, swinging on a tire that hung from a tree in her yard. No cars were in the garage or driveway, showing that she was alone in the house, and the next closest house was five miles away. Staring up at the moon, a single tear made its way down Mandy's cheek. "Why? Why did he have to die." She whispered, tears flowing like rain down her face to fall gently on the ground. The sky rumbled, making Mandy jump and fall out of the tire and onto the ground. Upon a glance, there was no clouds to show a storm coming. Frowning, she stood and dusted off her jeans and hoodie. "Weird.." She muttered, then pulled the sleeve of her arm up to glance at her watch. 11:29pm. Sighing, she turned and walked towards the house. "Mandy..." She spun around, eyes searching for the voice that had whispered her name. His voice. "Mike?" She whispered. Just saying his name brought fresh tears to her eyes. As if answering her, the world around her seemed to shift, and she was back to that day. "No" She groaned out, she couldn't see this. Not again.

The sun was up and shining, and Mike was driving down the driveway, a grin on his face. He had just asked Mandy to marry him, and she agreed. He got to the end of the driveway. Another Mandy was standing by the house beaming, waving energetically. Then slowly her face turned into a face of horror as another car flew down the street and rammed into Mike's car. "MIKE!" She screamed and took off running. Only, the car reversed after hitting Mike and rammed into him again, then drove off. She got to the car and stood, frozen in shock and fear. His arm was still on the steering wheel, his legs fallen on the pedals from where the seat belt ripped into him. His head was slammed against the driver side doors window, blood gushing. His eyes were wide and staring blankly ahead. "NO!" She screamed, and everything shifted back.

Immediately, Mandy fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face. She pulled her left hand to her chest, the ring he had given her that day still on it. She lay there crying hysterically for five minutes before the sky rumbled again. Glancing up, lightning flashed and an image of him appeared before disappearing as the lightning vanished. Shakily, she stood and walked inside. It was a trick of the light, she needed sleep. Or, thats what she told herself. Climbing the stairs, she got into bed and lay there, trying to sleep.

Eventually, she gave up on sleep and went back outside to the tire. 11:56pm. Slowly, she started humming a familiar song to her. It had been their song. The wind blew harshly, ripping at hair and clothes, the tire flung into the tree and there was a sharp crack where her elbow had slammed into the tree. She fell to the ground, cradling her arm.

"Mandy..." The voice whispered again. Her terrified eyes scanned the yard until they rested on the still rustling bushes by the garage.

"He..Hello?" She whispered. There was no response. Slowly, she edged closer to the bushes. A howl echoed out in the night and a dark shape lunged out of the bushes and ripped into her leg. She fell, screaming in pain. It lunged again, ripping at her neck and pulling her head clean off. A seemingly satisfied voice whispered into the night.

"Finally I have you back with me.. my Mandy.."

11. Death Bleeds Black
Untitled Frightener:
Our story begins like most others. With a simple person. That person was officer Lou Darnell. Officer Darnell was a simple man on the surface. He always went to church, always helped people. He was what most viewed as the all around great neighbor and friend. By night, good old Lou, he was much different. By night, he was the unknown shadow. Lou had grown quite tired of the daily routine. A robbery to stop here. A traffic violation there. He heard for years about all these big time killers and rapist. People that got recognized for years. Lou knew full well when he died. he would be remembered for a while, and then forgotten like all the other good people of his town. At first, it started small with Lou. He would take the common lizards from the bushes, breaking thier necks or ripping them apart. For a while, that was good for Lou. Then, he upped it again. He got to the point he was taking metal rods and heating them to the point of a glowing white, and stab them through the cats heads. Straight through both eyes, and the brain. By the time the second cat showed up dead, people were beginning to wonder about the incidents. They blamed everything they could without thinking that there was a psycho in thier neighborhood. Lou knew it was him, and he knew that they would never suspect him. This drew his urge to kill even farther. He started with homeless people. At first, he was just breaking thier necks, occationally beating them to death. At first, the town contributed this to just fights or accidents, not worrying too much on it. Lou was happy with them thinking this. His urge never dropped one bit. It increased even more. By this point, poor Lou was absolutely insane. His killings got worse every time he went out. Bodies were popping up burnt, ripped from limb to limb. Body parts were missing, various things. The news had started to call him the Main street Mutilator. It had gotten worse and worse. The homeless men had went to he was killing women, and from there children. The tri county area sent everything they could out to look for the killer, not realizing the killer was one of the ones looking. They looked for years without a result. Every week more bodies turned up horribly mutated, and none ever got justice. I tell you this all in confidence. You see, the police never did catch Lou. in stead, one of his friends did, while he was murdering his own wife. Of coarse, his friend did the first thing he could think of. He pulled one of the guns from the downstairs closet, and emptied 15 rounds into Lous head and chest. Lou died later that night at the county hospital. Some say to this day, they can hear Lou going down the street singing death by numbers, and to this day, murders still happen unexplained. All in Lous syle....

Untitled Frightener:
One two three four, I smell a little gore. I have came from the shadows, living through the hallows. I was once buried in a shallow grave. For years and years people did rave. I was the evil that lived in the cave. My feast of flesh still lives fresh. I was the evil that came from the dead. I was the evil that ate from your head. I am the evil you could not stop with lead. I am the creature that drank from your blood. I am the thing that sank under your bed. I am the reason you cant go to sleep. I am the monster that screams treason. I am the bile that eats at your stomach. I am the thing they all call vile. I am the poison that slips through your veins. I am the reason for all the worlds pains. the stench in the rain is what you think is my pain. All think I am dead, but here I live yet again.

Untitled Frightener:
The dripping of the blood grows as the anger shows, no one knows just what comes from me. With the slice of my knife, I take your life. Your pain is my pleasure, and i like to let it shower like rain. you never know what hour I may strike. For all you know, I am just to your right. Dont worry, you won't die from fright. It may come from my light. Darkness or day, you cant keep me at bay. I do beg you to stay, I do love new victems. I will write you in my logs. You will see my fogs rolling off the bogs as I run at you. Dont worry, its all in good fun. Your life will end, and it is all with my knife. As I kill, I let your blood spill, dripping, dropping, slopping down me. I could drown you, but there are no screams. I could tear you like you had seams. I could invade your dreams. You scream, I scream. You cry, I laugh. You scream louder. I give you a good blast. I am the creature your parents warned you about. I am the shadow that makes you look out. I am the stirring that gives you the chills. I am the monster that lives in the hills. I am the crature that breathes through gills. Are you scared yet? Does it look like I have cared yet? I am Sam Hain. I am the raised cain. I am the end of the game. I am the end of your life, with my knife

12. Bala
Room:
Trapped, suffocating
Her teeth have long knawed away
At the arms that were bound with ropes
Bloody, disfigured
Her face a perfect picture of agony

Sleep and dream, my darling
Fields of clover too far away
Too silken to grasp
Too bloody to hold
Die gasping for air

Choke on your blood
Vivid, red
Bleeding through your skin
Even sweating red liquid
Crimson.

Death:
If you fall asleep
I will never see the sun again
Keep me alive
Feed me

I hunger for you
Your flesh
The juice of life
In your veins

I give to you love
You don't deserve it
Sleep in your only memory
I'll let you go

Bala:
Behemoth;
Like a giant
Crescent and tiered
The wings with fragile feathers
Her body like titanium
Her gaze like glass
Sharp, unyielding
A killer, a sinner
A liver.