Ghosts by Fọlábòmí Àmọ̀ó
I believe in ghosts.
The haunting memories of nightmares past.
The spooky stories buried inside.
The life I thought I left behind.
The demons I thought I left in the past.
The scary torment of which I thought I was free.
The sins I thought were forgiven.
The bodies, deep; that I hoped were forgotten.
The creatures I thought were dead to me.
I believe in ghosts.
I see them taking form.
Circling, over a prey they thought was lost.
Rejoicing, that their moment has come.
For the hunt, has just begun.
I believe in ghosts.
I’m all alone in the dark.
A dark and creepy night.
Armed with nothing but the moon’s light.
I believe in ghosts.
Short horror story
"Hi Henry, meet my friend, Alexander," says Mullin.
"He thinks he has Dissociative identity disorder."
"Oh! What makes you think so Alexander?"
Asks Henry, staring himself in the mirror.
[Writers note: Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states.
Spoiler for dummies:
The three characters in this short story are different personalities of the Protagonist.
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Paper used: Evil Twin ( ironic)
Writer: Anuj Dasgupta
Penname and Instagram handle poe...
Can you see me?
I am the sudden coldness in a room.
I am the movement that catches your eye.
The familiar perfume that turns your head in a crowd
And the heaviness on your shoulder that comforts you.
I am the voice that whispers your name
And the feeling that you’re not alone.
I am here and I am patient my love.
Do not hurry to join me.
Gail Lapping 5/4/19
I miss the cold breath.
Midst of nightmares it'd keep me awake.
Eyes couldn't see what the mind didn't know.
Somehow I didn't know her but I saw her everyday.
A reality I'd like to chase.
Now and then.
Just during my nightmares.
To keep me awake.
The cold breath.
Another day, different thoughts and the time for another letter.
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My friends think I'm so done.
For each of I am a different person.
I can't show them, but still it burns,
Can't take their staring ya.
My blood doesn't flow it runs,
Playing with skeletons for fun.
Breaking, jumping, they'll learn,
That I am not normal ya.
I'll peel off the stitches off my face.
Play around with ghosts at my base.
I just enjoy this, this rushing fear.
Normal is what I don't wanna hear.
Crazy, maybe I am mad,Probably
the only psycho Friend you'll have.
Don't bother to ask me, if I'm alone.
And ask me if something's wrong.
I don't dream, cause it is a killer
The only butterfly that still is
The kiss of a lake....
With an axe stuck deep in my chest,
I walk the barren night woods,
The heaviness lost in foot steps,
A vicious red dripping down the handle,
An evident trail for the wolfs that follow,
Heaving, I took my final breath,
stepped towards the water bed,
No ripple in the darkness of her lake ,
A light hymn in black dress,
Calling me in, a seductress
Dragging my bleeding self in her waters,
The chills now rose to my chest,
Bloody clouds leaving dissolving thin,
The copper on my lips said
My blood was tasteless,
vines of ice engulfing my neck,
eyes submerged deep in
saw the pain leaving in the bubbles that left my breath,
My tears unseen adding to her body,
THE WEATHER REPORTS
Some will stop on their way back home, just to weight
the rain falling down
the words still rambling about
between kisses and eyelashes, the wetness
a middle finger drum tapping
on one's head the images
drawn by you
spitting out words - love
incense burning, pleasure, dear
fear, death as a matter of
But, the weather report
was wrong - no rain
It was always a good time
Until I had to go home
No matter how many times
I had walked those woods,
Making my way
Through red leaves and fog,
It never got easier
A snap of a twig here
Eerie sounds over there
Too scared to run,
Yet keeping a constant pace
I always made it out
But that didn't change
Feeling the same way
Next time around
I can't help
But blame my brothers
For my fears
Because of the movies
They allowed me to watch
When I was far too young. JD
*The Long Walk Home* a true story
#RedLeavesAndFog #CMNovChallenge #WritingPrompts
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YOU MADE ME.
Do you remember?
Why would you?
Inconsequential for you.
Just a game where you went from one person to another.
A epitome to the West world you said.
Chill, It's just a Heartbreak Nothing that cannot be fixed with some whiskey.
Well it did fix a few things.
Now you'll remember.
When your beautiful face smashes over the infinite mirrors I planted all over this room.
When you wouldn't understand what's making your face wet, if it's the blood or tears.
An ode to the West world I tell you.
Same as yours. While you took the easy path. I made tough choices.
There's no turning back for me now.
As for you, You shall have your last bath.
When you are done with that...
It's funny that watching you cry soo much.
Remember when we were little younger,
I made the mistake and you'd get beaten up for it?
Oh those days.
Oh and the dog, dad's favourite one, it was me.
I slit it's throat, oh the blood all over my face. I could just drown in his sorrow .
They thought you did it Hahahahahhahaha.
*Sudden change in mood to grim*
I feel jealous.
I do all the work and you get credit for it Johnny boy. *Shouting*
Not for Johnny boy, not fair.
It's time that I end this umm what should I say? The love hate? Na that's too cliched.
Oh never mind. Words *sigh*
Never find it when you need it.
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She thought, which one of them is better?
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