Possession Challenge- Desolate Decadence

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Heavy fog rolling in biting past the suns last glimmer, a deep and eerie shimmer.
As crisp autumn leaves crackle under feet, tis in the forest deep, where she shall roam
longing for her forever home.
Where at last she is set free, lost and forlorn, wandering. Gown of white now stained by moss and unrelenting time
Entering the twisted birch for a patch of trodden earth, to foray her rebirth
As visions creep entangling through her veins, as her final chapter rings.
Reaching, pleading with the strangling mist, beating the air with clenched fists.

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Her of hue no longer there seeped with red and tinged in sin, she calls beckoning him.
Release her there is no reprise from the anguish that boils inside.
One dance was all she stood, as demons grew from her rage taking her by veiled guise.
As she wanders down her abandoned path, insanity mounts her shattered soul twisting her compass from her grasp
A wicked demise as darkness settles before her eyes, all hope has gone as she screams on twisted lunatic binge
ripping at things she imagines there, tearing out the roots of her hair
Spinning, turning, her way obscured with haunted soul

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Spittle flying through the air, scarlet swells falling from her ears and demons scream in their silent ruse, penetrating her mind infused
As she twirls in sweet nocturnal grue reaching for who she was, now forever lost.
Wandering she stills her craze, under the oak reaching out to her, gnarly knotted, dark and drab, it’s here where she shall stay.
Where her place eternal be, where she can silently scream never-resting only babbling.
Hiding within the shadows playing round, hearing men and growling dogs as they come round.
They are looking to slay her demon ways.
Her banshee laugh not keeping them at bay.
As men round the tree and encompass thee, her voice rising with insanity.
As she screams and onlookers watch as the struggle ensues, watching her soul entwine with hell-bound sin
Looking on not one but two fighting inside a turbulent battle, soul against demon in frenzied struggle.
A village man taking claim, for it is her that he will claim. Put this notch up on his mantle, he slays demons winning battles.
As he reaches for his mark, she turns to him in the willowy dark, the voice spoke and he fell to his knees whilst her demonic cry exploded his tender eyes.
Insanity laughing, spoke in tongues as her demon shrills have won.

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The Beckoning

Creepy woods

Stepping out into the cool, autumn air of the evening, pulling my coat ever closer to my body the dampness hung in the air like mist. With flashlight in hand I knew where I had to go and with this storm approaching it was certain need to head there quickly. Stepping through the trees, whose branches had lost all but a few leaves, been surrendered to the earth and crunched lightly under foot as each step drew me deeper into the darkened woods.

The night was thick amongst the trees, the only noise was the crackling of twigs and the crunching of leaves beneath my feet. Traversing ever closer to the old building in the back of the property, a sound, almost a whisper caught my attention. Stopping in my tracks to have a closer listen. There was indeed a mans whisper, gentle and sweet. Unable to pinpoint the source of the sound I stood there, turning off the flashlight just to listen. And the whispering did not stop. “My day is done my dear, I’m sorry please forgive me”.

Slowly placing one foot in front of the other, carefully moving, ever nearer to the sound. In all the years I walked back here, having never come across a single person. After-all this was my property and no one should be here anyway. The soft whispered voice turned into a louder conversation, although I was only hearing one side of it. After moving forward about 20 paces I stopped once again to have a listen. No sound came back, walking forward once again the voice began to ring through the trees. “You couldn’t understand, there was a hole, it’s deep my dear”.

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My curiosity was insanely peaked at this and moving closer, I could see the form of a man sitting on the edge of a rock, his head placed back against the tree. No time to really stand here and watch what this guy was doing, but just what was he doing back here and who was he talking too? The decision came to me to go to the old building lock it up and then confront him on the way back. Proceeding slower than was desired however as I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. The building, standing there solemnly creepy as it always was. Until the open door caught my attention. No one had been back here for the better part of month or more. As I stood there staring at the door and contemplating, the rain began to fall like cold daggers against my cheeks.

Turning the flashlight on and walking into the building, every hair on the back of neck was standing on end and a shiver coursed down my spine. My breath caught in my chest as I flipped the creaky light switch. Yes everything was in its place including what seemed to be the imprint of the memory from so many years ago. Crimson spatter covered everything from inside the old car, the door hung open on the driver’s side. My mouth hung open as if on hinges and the flashlight dropped from my hand rolling its way under the work bench, casting an eerie glow. The fear and panic crept back up inside and a scream of sheer terror escaped me, unable to catch my breath as the tears rolled down my cheeks.

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The radio was blaring an all to familiar song, and I wondered how long had this been going on or was this just a figment of my imagination. Was I projecting my deepest pain onto what I was seeing? Closing my eyes, and taking a deep breath, the music still casting its dead melody. Opening my eyes, nothing had changed, the scene still remained. This could not be, I had been out here every summer all season long for ten years to look after this car, this building, the tools and lawn mower and other equipment. What was displayed before my eyes was an impossibility. Still with weakened knees I had to go and see, the urge to know overwhelmed me as the driver’s side of the car seemed to beckon to me.

My mind moved forward and yet my feet remained as if sealed in concrete, unable to move. With a push of forceful will, one small step and gut wrenching urge to vomit came over me. Gathering my wits I took those steps bringing me closer to the driver’s side door. Blood spatter so thick it was an impossibility to see anything beyond the splattered glass. The song began it’s aching tune one again, words didn’t even register as I stepped into full view of the interior of the car, grey no longer, now bloody crusted crimson and speckled with matter. Again fighting the urge to fall down to my knees. Heart pounding in my chest and stomach turning back on itself.

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The tears came in fits of anger and rage, skin on fire and with every heartbeat veins pounded, what I had expected, or whom was absent. I did fall to the cement floor on my knees in waves of relief, sobbing and cussing this irritating song,shut up. This was my imagination or things gone terrible wrong between the veil of both worlds. Surely there was no way this was real.

Clenching my eyes shut tight, wishing this vision to leave my sight. Sitting there as time passed, not aware of how long. Opening my eyes in sheer panic at the thought, if he’s not here, where did had he gone? Gathering myself, the slap of reality at the door being opened and the sight of the man in the woods, the empty drivers seat raced through my head. The rain had commenced pounding ever so much harder outside. In my panic I forgot about the radio playing that blasted song on repeat and everything else as I walked out the door into the darkest of pitch and pouring rain. In terror and disbelief driving me ahead. From this I can not run.

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The night was dark and the rain came pelting down as cold as ice, melting in an instant on my feverish skin. The pounding in my chest from the adrenaline rush took over every part of my being. Where did he go, was he here, was that him by the tree, who was he talking to, in an instant even before my brain was thinking my feet were running back down the path, for one more chance to see him again. Sprinting to the tree where he had been, he was no longer there, only a large slick rock.

Sitting on the rock for a moment, heart-broken once more. Once more chance to see that smile, those eyes if only for one more chance. From behind came a sound just a little louder than a whisper “I knew you’d come”. Terror took its hold on me and I was frozen in place. The overwhelming want to see him again, the pain the terror of what I was about to see and in a miraculously magic moment I felt absolutely nothing. No heart pounding, no cold rain, no panic, pain or fear. Every part of my being had gone completely and utterly numb.

Standing and turning to face the voice, I felt like I was floating. The only thing to do was stare, in front me he stood, bloody and smiling with his hand-held out. Without hesitation my hand extended to his. The rain poured down my face masking my tears. It was then as fingers tips touched finger tips that dread began to rise inside me. Icy fingers tips reaching for mine, his smile had gone and what I saw in those unnaturally blackened eyes, flinching drawing my hand away. Waves of tears embracing me as I saw him just standing in front of me, and the stark realization he was no longer who I’d thought he’d be.

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“My dear it’s time for me to go, come hither now or forever let me go”. Possessing the relentless longing to give in to that voice, the once so missed. In the weakest voice that was able to be mustered, standing there shaking in sobs I gave my final, painful goodbye. “My love with all my heart yes it is that time. Time for me to let you go”.

A shiver passed over me when I awoke freezing. The covers on the bed were twisted in knots about me, soaked and sweating profusely. My mind swam in a sleepy haze and apprehension, my hair was drenched and my left finger tips were numb. Exiting the bed I went into the bathroom, catching a glimpse of myself looking a fright in the mirror. Upon looking back into the bedroom was when I noticed the muddy footprints I left soiled on the carpet behind me.

Looking in the mirror I whispered “Goodbye”

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Courting the Devil

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Heart racing in furious beat, sweat glistening on her forehead, in a moment of weakness as her heart wilted inside. Lifting her head slowly to the crimson splattered room, the tears began to roll down her checks in waves. In an instant her skin had fallen cold as she heaved in disgust and horror at the scene that unfolded before her.
Internally trembling as her center was removed and flowed through retching sobs, hitting in the floor in patters. Would she have the ability to recover from this unexpected terror that ripped her soul apart. Is there life after love.

These were the questions that would eventually hit her like the slap of cold steel across her face. Unable to hold his head, the tremendous hole left gaping, skin and matter melded into a thick and sticky goo. His blue crystal eyes now lifeless as his head laid back and his shoulders slumped. The girl fell to the floor in an unspoken, non existent thud, wrapping her arms around her knees, broken. Unable to take the pain, eventually shutting down and taking leave of her senses as she rocked herself into a deep dark chasm of unknown emptiness.

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She woke in darkness to a panicked screaming “NO NO NO”. It was emanating from her as she was running in circles. Stopped in her tracks by a silvery, smooth, deep voice addressing her “Don’t cry, there is nothing that your tears can purchase here my dear.” She felt the pressure and heat of his large hand on her shoulder, the singe of pain as it melted her skin. Her flesh crawling she fell to her knees, not noticing that as she hit the tarry ground the skin instantly melted away from her knees. His grasp never left her shoulder as he proceeded around until he was in front of her. His pointy finger nail ran across her cheek and sliced her skin like a razor, she was no longer able to cry.

Peering up into a face that was all too familiar with it’s blazing eyes and flesh of flaked armour, his sinister smile broke just then into a blood curdling laugh that shook the entire chasm. In that moment she saw around her all the many temptations she had triumphed over and remained grounded from. The garnet glow illuminating the charred rugged room gave her spectral visual orgasm as the snarling demon pierced her chest.

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His snarling growl echoed as the other, once human forms in their dismal eternal existence indulged in their sinful serenity, her heart still beating in his hand. Still squirting life giving substance covering his hand and splattering over her as she knelt there. Her eyes held disbelief and an unexpected emotion. The demons snarl quieted if only for a moment as he saw it deep in her green eyes. Something that he had not seen often. Her red hair cascading over her face almost made it seem a flicker of the last of her life as it drained, no this was something more. As she gazed at the hellish fiend, aware that she should have cease to exist minutes ago. It was a refusal from deep within her, not familiar with how this felt. She began to rise, the wound in her chest, where now only a glowing welt remained.  The organ that should have been there, charred in the hands of the hellion, cease to beat. Her insides trembled as she stood, facing her crimson heathen, whose snarl was now a true growling tangle of spear sharp daggers, spittle escaping down his elongated chin. She rose, no heartbeat driving her. She only tilted her head in wonder and terror as she looked with starry eyes into the engrossing red orbs of his.

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A flash of ruby red to her left caught her attention. She turned to see a sight that should have signed her right to expire right then, yet no tears came. She saw herself embraced in the arms of her lover. his hands ran through her hair, they kissed and smiled at each other. The sorrow at the vision that she was seeing should have ached terribly. Instead she turned to the demon, a welling drive pushing her, a soft voice in her head urging her “stand now”.

Her feet waned and she swayed on them as she met this cruel crimson stare. “NO. You demonic fool. I resign nothing to you. Have my heart for it no longer matters as you already deemed destruction of it when you claimed my man. Lest you forgot a little piece of every human puzzle. No matter how tragic the wreckage may be, there is this thing called will. You took my heart, you had my soul, you removed my center and now I look at you in this pit and stare into your glazed eyes, I will go on. The one thing that you can not have control over is the strength of ones will.”

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The Devil looked at her and the growl became a sinister smile. Reaching for her face he drew her near, uttering these words “You are mine, I will come again little one, I will come again and in time your so called will shall certainly wane and writher, you are weak.” As she faced him she gathered her strength as his hand covered her glowing welted chest and she crumbled to the ground.

Sometime had passed as she walked down the sidewalk, rain began fall softly, caressing her in a cool cascade. The man that was walking toward her wearing a black duster, she noticed but really hadn’t put thought into it. They exchanged smiles as they passed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him as she realized that she knew that smile of sharp tangled daggers. The man continued to walk away from her.

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She sat in the restaurant as her date for the evening slide into his chair across from her. The candles glow casting a warm glow on his face, his blue eyes allowing her heart to melt just a little as he smiled at her, he was beautiful. The man in the duster came in without haste, traversed from the door to the table as if he was floating. He came right to their table. Tilting his head at the red headed woman and snarled there was a loud scream as the newcomer pulled a large sharp knife from his duster and razed it’s shiny blade across her jugular. Her green eyes locked on her date. She was alert just long enough to see the sharp knife enter the center of her lovers throat.

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The newcomer smiled, bared his tangled snarly daggers and he laughed wildly as she hunched over, eyes empty.

Feel the pulsing beat in each and every pore. You clipped my wings so I am unable to sore, elusive thing
A heart pumping even as it’s wilted decay embraces me.
Where does strength lie, when the soul tarnished and weeping, screams.
How does the strength remain to open piercing eyes with the waking sun.
Where does the strength come from.
Do you love once and never again. Does the heart keep that impression and let emptiness seep in.
Do the dreams, faded and shattered ever have a chance to live.
How is there strength to lift another,
Give without want, with emptiness returned.
Do tears fall in silence, unnoticed, do they accumulate in a realm away for a another day.
Does truth walk away, are lies all that remain.
Is a soul always stained by love shattered in pain
Is hope the nightmare that reigns
is there strength in arms that embrace
Is all that remains of love and empty space. ©️

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Pitch Panic

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The darkness caresses holding tightly through the night. Silence is deafening, only the ever faint whisper of the breeze as it rustles the leaves. The only sign that your still alive. As pitch holds its embrace, like a child clinging to its mother. Every movement, no matter how small, and the shadows move in perfect rhythm not releasing it’s embrace.

Heart racing as you run faster, trying to outpace the blackness with no use it never lags behind. Stopping to catch your breath the darkness invading your throat, choking you. As you spit and cough, the invasion of darkness seeps into your every pore, weighing you down to your core.

Slowly pushing forward, tripping over your own feet, barely able to see where you’re going. Guided by only the sound of the leaves crunching under feet. You stumble and fall reaching for anything and nothing at all. The heart beats so strong you feel it throbbing in your eardrums as you fumble along. Are you farther into the darkness or is this the way to the light?

The trepidation building inside as you keep asserting yourself in forward motion. Unable to stop, fearing what may be lurking in the dark, can not stop now your only wish is for a light. Chest heaving as you turn a corner, stopping abruptly as just ahead is the dull shimmer of light. Hastily moving towards the solace of the illumination ahead, the feeling overcomes you so strong, the feeling of dread.

As your breathing slows and the glow from the streetlight grows, it occurs to you what if your safer in the darkness, wrapped in the night? What if your fear is awaiting for you to see, whats been right there with you the entire time. The questions race through your mind as you move slower now, one step at a time.

If what you have been running from wasn’t the darkness but what you feared was there. As your mind races you become more aware. The sound of others rapid breathing now ringing in your ears. If it so happens that the fiends of the night have been with you through this entire plight. What if they attack when they are visible and the blanket of protection has been the night you’ve been running from.

Continuing forward every so slowly now, questioning the safety of the light, you hear branches breaking behind you in the night. Are you safer here in pitch darkness, should you now run from the light. Your mind is in shambles, racing to know. The heart in your chest heavy with dred, what if you step into the light and the monsters are fed.

As you stand on the outermost circle of light you see movement beyond the circle in the darkness of night. The heavy panting evident now. One more step that’s what it will take to release you from fear or seal your fate.

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Blood Quest

Moonlight windowThe feeling of wet hair falling over my neck, the entire front of me drenched as I stand here in the dark, only a slight gleam from the silvery glow of the moon shining through the window pane. Unaware of why I was standing here, soaked to the skin and where was I? The orientation of my current placement was not even so much as a memory.

Unable to see much of my surroundings,  giving it a good try to remember what had happened, and come up empty. Slowly turning and walking towards the window, carrying myself on weighted legs so it seemed. Sliding the curtain back, a break in the darkness and a gasp escaped my lips.

Everything was covered in a dark substance. On the floor the outline of a mass and in my left hand I still carried something soft and warm and quiet squishy. Shivers began to creep down my spine as my knees began to waver. In the moonlight my eyes began to focus and the realization that this was a bedroom and I was standing here naked covered in a dark liquid and in one hand something soft and wet. The search ensued to locate a lamp with dire urgency and figure out where I was, exactly.

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Stumbling across the room, bare feet slipping on the hard, wet floor. A surge of pain tore through me as I bit my lip attempting to keep upright. Whatever had exploded and showered this room was sticky and severely slick. Dropping what was clenched in my hand, I ran my fingers along the wall, hoping for a switch.

What was the last thing that I remember? My head was filled with darkness and nothing came immediately to mind. What was I doing, who was I with? Why couldn’t I remember. The tips of my fingers ceaselessly searching. A flash in front of my eyes,  a dinner party, I had gone to a dinner party. In the Avery mansion with, with, I went with no one. The car came for me and carried me out to the mansion.

Where were my shoes, my purse, my dress? Just what had happened tonight anyway. Had I been ruffied? Slowly slumping to the floor as a shock came over me that in all these years that I must have been drugged. So cold, beginning to shiver either from being so scared of not knowing or the fact that I felt like ice, pure and slick and frozen. Seated on the floor, eyes gazing about clouds must have covered the moonlight as the illumination in the room had dimmed and was hardly noticeable at all. There it was, the bedside lamp.

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Everything was moving so slow my vision clouded and my entire being felt as if I was moving a solid block of ice. How many minutes had passed as I sat slumped against the wall? The searing pain that stabbed up from my belly as I stood came out of my throat as a curdled scream, surely someone heard me. It was mere feet away, but every inch felt like a mile and with a sense of urgency gnawing inside of me there was no choice but to move.

I reached the bed, sat down hard and realized that I indeed was freezing. Whatever was in my drink was working a hard fast number on me inside and out. Had I been poisoned? Now I knew these people, most of them. The pain inside my stomach tore through my core violently, forcing me back on the bed as I screamed a shrieking howl formed and seemed to go on for hours. Laying there looking at the ceiling I had to move, something was pushing the matter, it felt like a frantic panic to hurry.

Sitting up every bone cracked and muscles seemed to creak. As the tops of my fingers gripped the lamp switch and the light blaired belligerently in my eyes, blinding me. Everything went white and my face was burning. Shielding my eyes with my hands I began to survey the room. There was a large mirror on the other end of the room near the window. As color swam back into my vision all there was to see was brown, no it was red, everything was red.

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The large canopy bed was covered in red and the far end was soaked in it. Leaning forward, crawling to the other side and peering over the edge the sight that awaited me filled me with emptiness. Nothing, there was nothing there, no cringing, no need to vomit nothing. Staring at the lifeless lump that lay curled in a pile, wait there were two. Now that I was able to focus, I saw the woman slumped on the chaise in the reading nook, there was no blood near her.

An on looker would have seen that at the exact moment the scene struck my eyes, my tongue graced my lips with a hungry need. The noise that came from deep inside my core was one of hunger and pride. The man splayed out on the floor lie in a pool of blood, the skin from his throat had been shredded away, a huge gaping hole was ripped in the middle of his chest. I remembered now, he had jumped from the bed in a hurry as I stood over them. He tried to save them. My teeth pierced his throat with a hungry lust ripping as I consumed his blood. Punching my fist through his chest I had grabbed his heart, fed on that until its last weak little pulse.

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Stepping down from the bedside, gliding towards the woman and the mirror on the wall. The wetness that had covered me was garnet red, now dried covering every inch down the front of me. There was no feeling of panic, no feeling of dread, I should have been shocked or sick as the sight that was before me and there was nothingness, nothing but coldness.

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The woman looked as though she was sleeping. Only the small marks on her lips and throat would have led anyone to think differently. Her skin was pale and she was not breathing. The memory came back to me just then, she had gotten out of the bed, naked and warm. She had been panicked yet she was easy to lure, deviant creature filled with lust. It was easy to kiss her lips, she was almost begging as I punctured her lower lip in her first kiss and the taste of her mineral rich blood. She enjoyed it, even licked at her own blood as it ran into my mouth. Her last breath was in pleasure or so under veil of trance it seemed. There was no need to hear her, feel her, as there was an innate knowledge and a scent of emptiness that confirmed it. The mirror stood directly opposite me as I stood there, not ready to look. I had to look a fright I was certain of it.

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I glanced back to the bedroom area, drawn by a smell, metallic and sweet, feeling my lips twitch and nostrils flare the sound of laughter struck me, until I realized that it had been coming from me. Turning my eyes to the mirror now and in the reflection, the truth was all there was to see. The woman in the chaise in her endless sleep, the book cases behind her and not one sign of me. Lifting my hand to see nothing reflecting back at me.

His voice preceded him in a wave, soothing and strong. No recollection of him entering the room. He stood there, a strong smirk on his face one finger across his lips. His large eyes reeled me in as his other hand reached out for me and the curtains billowed in the non-existent breeze as he beckoned to me. The hands of my heart gripped tight to my soul he says “Quickly it’s time now to go, Oh I’ve missed you so” with the strength in his alluring smile, the emerging daylight just catching the sharpness within his grin. 

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Asylum Challenge- Reflections

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Waking to the blaring of the alarm clock as it shouted its harsh beeps. Reaching over to quiet its obnoxious blat I noticed that the light was on in the bathroom. That’s odd, not recalling leaving it on. Everything was hazy as I prepared to start my day and shed the dew kiss of sleep. First off was coffee. This morning not unlike some, would commence with a board meeting across town and although I had plenty of time, there was always the game of chance when depending on the cab. Coffee was my first priority. Reaching in and switching off the light as I passed the bathroom, down the hall turning into the kitchen I prepared my mug of coffee. The ac unit kicked on at that particular moment, making me giggle as I swore it sounded like someone whispering.

With a half a cup of coffee in me I stepped in the shower, same routine everyday. Even the routine of washing was boring and seemed so robotic. Lathering up to wash my face the clean crisp scent was refreshing. As I let the water trickle down my face, hoping it would take a few years with it I noticed something out the corner of my eye and jumped, my heart quickened as I startled myself. Almost positive that I saw the shadow of a person in the doorway. Grabbing the towel I dried quickly and made a quick look around the apartment. It wouldn’t be easy for someone to get up. to my 33rd floor apartment, secure entrance, doorman, security guard, no way was anyone up here. I went to finish my coffee and refill it as I was going to need it. The feeling that someone behind me did not diminish, yet there was no one there.

Dressing for the day in my gray skirt suit, black heels and sapphire blue silk blouse, grabbed my briefcase and travel mug, I jumped as I felt a cold light brush across the back of my neck. Again no one was there. Having lived here for seven years and was not spooked easily, and had never had any odd experiences before. Attributing it to dreams from last nights slumber. Continuing out the door and turning right and stepping into the elevator. the world began to sway, or seemed to as I looked at the gilded mirror interior of the elevator and saw a woman with black hair standing there, her face a hidden and the nauseous feeling began to take its hold just as the door slid open and Jerry said in his cheery voice ‘good morning”.

Opening my eyes to see Jerry, the security guard standing over me, fanning me for dear life. One would have had to laugh at his exuberant behavior. “Jerry” It came out scratchy and weak as I attempted to speak. He placed his hand behind my head as the EMT’s came through the foyer doors. “Oh Miss. Gwyn, thank God you’ve come to. I was so worried when you passed out dear, bumped your noggin pretty good on the marble! The medics will take good care of you and we’ll see you back real soon.” The EMT’s already had me on the stretcher and where wheeling me out the door before I even registered what Jerry had said. “Wait, wait” I pleaded “Tell the Black haired lady I’m sorry for the scare I don’t know what’s come over me, I have a meeting that I have to be at, I fell that’s it. I’m really okay.” Being wheeled out the front door just barely able to hear Jerry tell the EMT “There wasn’t anyone else in there with her, she has hit her head badly”.

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“Ma’am, you have passed out and hit your head, you are bleeding from your ears we have to take you in, we’re headed to the ER, if everything checks out you can leave.” Steve or so it stated on his name tag, explained this to me in a firm, deep voice. My eyes slowly closed and I lost the world once again.

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Upon opening my eyes the first thing that registered was the room, there was no window and from what I could see at first glance, no door. Just what in the hell was going on here, I fell and hit my head, this was not the local hospital or any part of it that I had seen before. the light was dull and left a lot to my imagination. Which just happened to notice someone sitting in the corner, rocking in a chair. The bed I was on was nothing more than mattresses and in my attempt to move I found that I was bound and unable to move a single muscle. What was happening?

Shouting out the person in the rocking chair “Hey, who the hell are you, you need to leave?” No answer came as panic began to overcome me as the dark shadow stood up. A door opened and a nurse came in, a man dressed in blue scrubs with a needle in his hand. A shrill scream came out of my throat as he pierced my left hip and I began to scream again the warmth from the substance in the syringe pushed like wave through me and I began to drool as I spoke.

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I was yelling for him to look, look at that woman with her black hair which seemed to move all on it’s own. She was speaking in some kind of crazy jumble that sounds more like a snake. He refused to look, he always refused to look. She had the face of a devil and she never left me alone. Attempting to reach out for the nurse to turn him around with no luck at all. The nurse, Chris kept talking away, saying thing that made me wonder if he had any brain in his head at all. “You need to have some kind of answer here, Gwyn. I don’t know how much longer they will allow me to take care of you. I wish you would speak to me.” Yet he was never able to explain the bruises that appeared or the scratches only that I had hurt myself again. How can I do that I’m restrained.

“What is going on in here Chris?” A woman in a doctors coat began to inquire of the nurse. “She was screaming something about a woman with black hair and shouting vulgarities, I thought that she was going to break her ankle restraints this time.” He walked to the far end of the room, which was empty and returned to the door and conversed with the doctor some more.

My eyes were open and all I was able to see was the black-haired woman walking towards me. I began to scream and thrash. This woman was hideous and scared the piss out of me which left my gown soaked as she continued her way forward. “Doctor, she is having some kind of neural response, look at the monitor, and she has wet herself.” Nurse Chris sounded concerned. “Chris, the patient hasn’t shown any response to stimuli in 6 weeks, she has just laid there and drooled with the occasional screams. There may be something going on in her brain, but we sure can’t know what that is.” The doctor moved in close, in my mind the terrifying woman was leaning in. Lashing out, my teeth clenched and penetrated deep into the skin of her throat, a thick guttural growl escaped between my teeth now showered in blood from the doctors throat.

Blood mouth

The black-haired woman dissipated as she oozed dark stenchy goo from her throat. I saw the doctor and screamed “No, No, No.” Chris came along with several other nurses and doctor. The lady doctor was taken away. I looked at Chris and uttered “Why couldn’t you ever listen to me, I told you about the black-haired fiend?” He began to cry as he responded “Now you animate, you may have killed her and now you speak.”

Fully aware of my surroundings, as the ac unit kicked and I was well aware of that whisper it was in the corner of the room and she was coming back for me once again.

Scary woman 2

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Snuffwalk- By Richard Bell- Traumatized Challenge

HOt Horror Chic

Bruno hired the girls from the squats around the city
His boss was made of shadows and bereft of love or pity
Cash up front, no questions they got a message from a burner phone
A warehouse by the riverside and proviso that no one must know
Was this art? Was it style? Was it ultimate expression?
The girls would walk in haute couture, the House of Style Excision
And those whom made an impact on the dark exclusive clientele

Weird lady
Would be dispatched by gunshot in their stride and stripped off where they fell
The catwalk a snuff runway for the decadent, the bored elite
The bold designs, materials exclusive to a murder meet
Every outfit purchased was a life dispatched with souvenir
The seasons colours bathed in red delivered with a part that’s sheared
“Walk my little sparrow, my waif with nobody that cares
Shimmer in the spotlight and glide like you are cushioned air

Ghostly woman
There and back and quick change for the payday of a movie star
With outfits on to die for that will never make the H Bazaar”
The pounding beat disguised the shots and crash of murdered girl
This fashion show kept underground and moved around the world
The height of clothing culture and a hunt are trophies for elite

Bone dress
Whose funds outweigh their morals incognito from their power seats
At the clubs and dinners, at their fundraisers and lavish balls
The bold elite display their finest threads that no one knew at all
The label non existent so exclusive and so highly prized
If you wear Excision you know that somebody has walked and died.

Blood Trail

Story via Richard Bell

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