Rain

My great grandmother always said rain cleanses the world. When we die the rain washes our footprints away. Sounds disturbing to know the world is trying to erase us after we die. The spirits that are left on the earth walk around looking for closure. When the rain comes they go indoors. Sometimes they like where they go and that’s how some houses have uninvited guess in their homes. Personally, it doesn’t bother me. Sometimes it gets lonely. At least I’ll be helping some lost soul until they leave for another journey. Doesn’t sound to bad when you look at all this from that way. 

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Life

I died once.

I remember it clear as day.

I was stabbed by you. 

I saw you walk away. 

I held my heart.

Wondering where I went wrong.

You told me it was over. 

It wouldn’t be long.

I blacked out.

In my own pool of blood.

My fingers trembled. 

As my body went numb. 

I opened my eyes.

To see what I had done.

I never felt so free.

I was finally done.

I stood there looking at your body.

The deed was done.

Every time someone goes.

Apart of me dies.

This is the 13th time.

I’m ready to die……again.

Creepy Christmas 

I had to work of course but that didn’t bother me at all. After I left work I went to visit my family. When I arrived I noticed a few people I never met before. I didn’t introduce myself because I was too exhausted so I just stayed quiet. We sat around exchanging stories of when we were young and all the lessons we learned. I finally let my curiosity get the best of me and decided to speak the people I didn’t know. They all smiled politely and told me wonderful stories of their lives but something didn’t add up. I asked them where did they live. They told me they lived here in the house…..my grandparents house. They said they like the new house that was built over the old one. I smiled and nodded as I finally decided to ask a very dumb question. I asked them when did they die. They all smiled and looked at me. 

I had a whole conversation with people who die in the house my grandparents live in and I tried to tell them but my grandmother doesn’t believe spirits so I said oh well don’t make them mad. 

I said my goodbyes as I left and to the spirits as well. They were very nice but they don’t like my grandmother very well. I probably should check on her. 

Screaming Walls

I swear I’m not crazy

Everytime I visit her house

The walls reach out with voices real loud

They cry for help

I’m scared to say why

I hear the screams so much I stay up all night

I yelled for them to stop

I pray for peace one day

I finally stop fighting it

I went to visit today

I stood in the hall and the voices were so clear

I realized what they were telling me

My death was near

Paranoia

Ever feel like someone is watching you?  Something is in the shadows? Ever lie awake with your closet open and see shadows dance among your walls? Some people say they are shadiws and others say evil spirits. Did you wake up unharmed? How do you know if they are evil? 

Believe it or not things that we can’t see feed off our fears and use them against us. I never show fear so those shadows that come around well let’s just say they won’t be around long. Eventually they will grow weak or leave me because I fear nothing. 

Black Cats

People are afraid to visit my house because I have only black cats. Some people have this weird superstition about black cats stealing your soul or being bad luck but my cats don’t do either. I don’t believe they are bad because they are black cats. Maybe because I feed them and rub them they are so happy they decide to keep me around instead of stealing my soul. I think it’s all funny. 

A friend of mind says that someone in her neighborhood died in his sleep and when they found him there was a black cat sitting on his chest. They said it looked as though the cats sucked his last breath out of him as he died. 

Once again sounds creepy but I don’t believe it. My cats are little angels. What do you think?

Old Barn

I use to visit my grandparents on their old far where they had a barn a mile away that all the kids were told to stay away from. Well tge kids in the area all decided to explore and invited me even though I only visited in the summer.

It was a cool summer night. I was 13 years old. I wore blue overalls with Elmo that red fuzzy monster on them. I had a sweater on over them because it was sort of chilly. I carried a backpack with snacks and a flashlight. I was terrified but the local kids were very brave and tough unlike me. 

A girl named Emily walked with me to the barn to meet the other 7 kids. She held my hand and talked about her pony Glitter. I didn’t feel afraid with her until I saw the barn. 

We looked around the barn with flashlights but found nothing so we decided after two hours to call it quits. As we were leaving a noose fell out of no where and dangled over our heads. We all looked up shocked and afraid to move. Not me. I ran so fast I don’t remember who I left and screamed all the way back to my grandparents house. I locked all the doors and windows. I hide under the bed with the dog and told her everything that happened. She cuddled with me until I fell asleep. 

I woke up the next day to ask my grandparents why nobody was allowed near the barn. They went on to tell me about a man who murdered his family in the barn. He hung them all with a noose each. He is still there til this day and nobody knows why. Every person that visits something bad happens to them. They told me to never go. 

The next day I left for the summer and I don’t know if anything happened to anyone that summer but when I got home I got a phone call from Emily. She said the barn was burned down. I asked why. She said because several noose was found on her family’s lawn the next day after we visited the barn. 

Bridge

In my old city there was a bridge with a horror story behind it. People use to walk under it as a short cut but never come out the other end. A lot of the elders said it was a portal to another world or hell. I wasn’t a curious child so I didn’t want to know. One day a friend of mine decided we should check it out. I agreed but said I wouldn’t go inside. She laughed and took a flashlight with her as she went under the bridge. We had walkies so she spoke to me as she walked underneath to tell me she made it to the other side. I heard screaming and a voice that wasn’t heres speaking a language I have never heard. I flashed my light in the tunnel crying because I couldn’t save her. I heard something coming towards me from out the tunnel so I ran screaming for help. I eventually ran into an officer who took me home and they began to search for my friend. They found nothing as they went under the tunnel several times just her walkie. It’s like she vanished without a trace.

Attacked

I woke up screaming. Something was in my room. It was as black as darkness hanging over my bed. It spoke. I didn’t understand what it was saying. It wasn’t human. What was it? I fought to push it away and I felt it. It’s skin on my hand. I can’t get the image out my mind. I screamed. I looked around to find I was alone again. It wasn’t a dream. I never fell asleep.

Random Church Thought 

Why are churches so creepy? It could be day time or night or even empty it’s just creepy. Every paranormal movie involves a church or a religious aspect. Maybe that’s why. I feel like a demon or vampire might come off and run off with me. Stupid right? I go to church but at night or alone……no way.