***
angry
faced
pumpkin
fire raging within
mouth salivating
***
angry
faced
pumpkin
fire raging within
mouth salivating
***
***
she watched
each of the faces
melting into another
finally, the face left in the mirror
was her own
***
as
she walked down
the church aisle
a shadow raced in front of her
up into the ceiling
***
the eyes
were cold
and dark
a chill
prevailed
***
the
ghost
talked
the face morphed
into its human form
***
ghosts
in
trees
shape-
shifting
***
***
the human face
sunken
moving
its ghost form
spoke
***
strangely grey
as though
not alive
the face talked
as if it were made of muslin
***
the face
was not
substantial
it sucked in
and blew out
***
his face
belied
its appearance
he told
colour lies
***
as his face spoke
the people his face
morphed into
tried frantically
to make their voices heard
***
his face
morphed into
all those
who were denied
their voice
***
she opened
the attic door
to racks of clothes and shoes
without bodies
or feet
***
***
all night
the masked guests
danced to candlelight
the first rays of dawn
leaves blowing on ballroom floor
***
eerie glow
illuminated
masks
the eyes
dark
***
the face
in
the painting
pleaded
with her..
***
***
something
not
quite right
she wasn't sure
what it was
***
her entrance
into the painting
soundless
no one
heard her go...
***
the way open
between
past and future
linking
both worlds
***
old abandoned house
devoured
by fire
the ghosts
homeless
***
dark and sinister
staring eyes
behind the mask
with
strange fixed smile
***
***
reflecting
in the mirror
a window
the masked face
residing there
***
the mysterious dark eyes
looked into
her soul
they
gave nothing away
***
hid in dark doorways
under
the shadow of fear
never
emerging
***
raven
dark
night
black
wings
***
the unseen eyes
behind the mask
watched
all
year
***
the motionless
puppet
masked face
curiously
alive
***
***
at midnight
the masks on the wall
leaned forwards
their eyes
gleaming...
***
the
room
empty
waiting
for you
***
in the dark recess
of
the shadowy corner
it watched
biding its time
***
the dark hood
shadowed
her face
protected her
no-one could tell who she was
***
the cries of anguish
no one
heard
then slowly
faded within
***
in the gloomy room
she saw
a painting of her dream
she
was in it
***
***
when
she awoke
from her dream
she found she was looking
from the wrong side of painting
***
the
wind crept
eerily
she picks up the broken doll
cradling it gently
***
the old house
full of creaks
and soft voices
suddenly
fell silent...
***
the
wicked old witch
slithered
her way
across the sky
***
she’d bought the framed photo
hung it on her wall
but
each time she looked
his expression had changed
***
old man
and his cat
stand by his grave
and watch
the people walking past
***
***
the shapes out of the corner of your eye
just out of vision
shadows of your mind
or
reality
***
the secrets
tangled in forest undergrowth
waiting
so long
to be found
***
***
black cat runs across
disappears
into nothing
then sits
in front of you.
***
drawn to the painting
she stepped
closer
then she realised
there was an invisible bond
***
in the mirror
the faintest shadow
flickered
waiting
for life
***
alone in your bed
a hand
touches your shoulder
you look.
no one there.
***
***
dark shadow figures
of the night
stand by your bed
silently
waiting…
***
crinkled piece of white
scuttling
to your side
slimy things
feel around your neck
***
you’re breathing deeper
becoming
more laboured
you
are losing control
***
it moves suddenly
slithers
and sits besides you
fear
you dare not move
***
there’s nothing there
you cautiously
open your eyes
but
it moves again
***
sweat pours off your face
out of the corner of your eye
it moves
like
quicksilver
***
you know it is there
the night is long
very long
tears
run down your cheeks
***
awoken
startled
dark faceless hooded figures
stand at foot of your bed
they don’t leave
***
***
there’s nothing there
so why
does everything shiver?
is
the floor moving?
***
the floor’s crawling
walls and ceiling crawling
thousands
of tiny
spiders
***
there is no sanity
nightmare
and reality are one
a
frightening reality
***
***
the birds silent now
no wind
rustling in the leaves
the
front gate is swinging
***
woven at the loom
the magic
in the warp and weft
the future
decided…
***
ethereal dancing
bare branches
gently waving
the spirits
along
***
***
inky midnight skies
over
crumbling churchyard
covering the moon
flies…
***
***
keeping memory safe
the willow
marked the tiny unknown grave
weeping
her woeful tears
night fell
the room dimmed
the child lay still in bed
and watched
the night come alive
***
***
walking alongside
unbeknown
to her
another
shadow
***
wind
whispered
all
her
innermost secrets
***
glimmering landscape fading
leaving the world
to darkness
everywhere
so still
***
she woke suddenly
from
her strange dreams
there were
footprints in the carpet
***
bony fingers reaching
along the walls
across ceiling
night's
shadow theatre
***
white mask on stick
held constantly
to the face
only dark voids
for eyes
***
the masked ball
everyone
dancing
their feet not quite
touching the floor
***
many ghosts
of thoughts
wandering
through
the long night
***
***
church
and
churchyard tombs
residence
of shadows
***
the
old
mask
hid
its secrets so well
***
***
moon rose up
slowly
not quite belonging
a
shadowy dream
***
the shadow
walking
beside her
held out
his hand…
***
ghostly
lilting
song
the wind whistled
a coyote howled
***
once fragmented
the phantom
reassembled herself
she wandered the earth
searching…
***
in
between
worlds
the raven flew
in darkness
***
her face
hidden
by many masks
she wore
each day
***
***
the mirror
dark
and black
suddenly a forked crack appeared
a tiny wisp of mist slipped out…
***
the child remembered
the fork
in the path with a wooden stile
with the gibbet
and rope still hanging
***
child opened her eyes
white stars
circled her bedroom
she watched
in amazement
***
no matter how many times
she primed the walls white
the writing still came through
slowly
re-emerging
***
from the misty woods
dark shadows
loomed
ivy
tendrilled shapes
***
candlelight
reflecting
flickering
shadowy
figures
***
her eyes
pleading
from behind the mask
in
the painting
***
the face receded
into
the gloomy painting
then
darkness
***
a long silent room
no
movement
only shadows
lengthening
***
for just a moment
it
was there
the face at the window
reflected in glass
***
empty
stone
moorland house
soft voices
calling through the paneless windows
***
leaning
on
the old gate
the wind
creaked it to and fro
***
the marble statue
sighed
got down from her plinth
did her duty at halloween
then was still once more…
***
the marble statue
sighed
got down from her plinth
did her duty at halloween
then was still once more…
***
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