Scary Halloween poem/story..???

It Could be about anything just has to relate to Halloween some how

Swamp Monster

It's chasing me!
It's coming!
Someone save me please!
Mommy!
Daddy!
I should have listened,
never to go down that street!
It's dead end roads made of dirt,
it's dark scratchy trees,
burnt and dead,
and where it meets that old,
smelly, swamp.
I should have listened.
Mommy!
Daddy!
Help me please!
It's chasing me down,
these dirt road streets!
The trees are flashing,
the moon is high,
it was just a dare.
Will I survive?
Throw a rock in the swamp,
what harm can it do?
A simple dare,
that can kill you.
Out he came,
all covered in moss,
he smelled of old fish,
and I'm sure he had no eyes.
Until he swayed left,
and I turned and fled.
His eyes were green,
green as the swamp,
his face,
was it that?
Black as the sky.
There's fog on the ground,
I can't see where I'm going.
Mommy!
Daddy!
Somebody save me!
He's pounding behind me,
moaning and groaning.
Mommy!
Daddy!
I'll never do it again!
This swamp holds,
a boogeyman.
A demon,
a beast,
it's the swamp monster,
come to feast!
All is silent,
and I'm good and lost.
Somebody save me!
He's coming for me!
I'll never ever do it again.

Here comes my boogeyman.

Halloween Rebellion  


Tiz your duty, said the farmer with a wicked grin
To be sliced, diced, and picked clean from within
Not a single seed or a scrap of flesh must remain
You will be scraped clean and given a new name

Said the pumpkin, it doesn’t sound very wholesome
Sliced, diced, picked clean, sounds rather gruesome
As for the name, I see nothing wrong with Pumpkin
I’m going to keep it and my flesh safe within my skin

Don’t worry, said the farmer you won’t feel a thing
I’ll make it quick it’ll be over before you can sing
I’m going to carve you into the best shape ever seen
You’ll have a candle inside, be the Hero of Halloween

Hero, scoffed the pumpkin – you can keep that prize
You don’t care for me you only want me for my size
I tell you, enough is enough – leave us pumpkins alone
We are not your playthings we have minds of our own

But, said the Farmer, we need a Jack-o-lantern there
It won’t be a Halloween party without one to share
People come from miles around to see the scary face
I’ve carved a Jack-o-lantern every year for my place

Well, in that case, said the Pumpkin with a wicked grin
Watermelons are easy to slice and pick clean from within
You can scrape the flesh and carefully remove every seed
Whilst you are carving you can enjoy a sweet juicy feed  




by  Rose Hala


 

Goddess Doom
 I buried the memory of her deep inside the back of my mind; underneath the crumpled shrine that still stood as a faded reminder of some long ago tragedy. Im not sure what led me back to this place.. i swore to myself never to return. Yet here i am. A completely different person. Walking down this old path in the dark. Echoes of her voice reverberate from the sad sunken walls. The wind brings the scent of her hair, long lost but never forgotten. the hair on the back of my neck stands straight. A still small voice inside tells me i should turn around and leave this God forsaken place, and the repressed memory of what happened three years ago stirs like some sleeping giant at the bottom of the sea. I shake off this feeling as i continue on through the dense fog.
 I reached the tattered temple where i had once worshiped her image in blind darkness. the only light i was able to see was the light that reflected off of her face, my sore eyes soaking it in like a plant soaks in the Sun. She was the moon in all her beauty. Her eyes were the sun impossible to look directly into. Her lips were an oasis in the midst of a vast dry nothingness. I stepped through the broken down doors that gaped open. Entering in once again. Whether out of curiosity or sheer stupidity i can not say. i am back in the temple where whispers persuade. Whispers that bid me to come and forbid me to stay.
  A ray of moonlight from the crumpled roof illuminates the glass from  a shattered picture on the dust covered floor. I pick it up and blow off the dust gazing transfixed at the face that caused such destruction and pain unendurable. I become possessed by the ghost of all my yearning and spirit of burning desire sending hot flashes and cold chills down my spine. I whisper her name and my own echoes back. What awe.. What unspeakable foreboding apprehension.
  I speak to her. Choosing my words with cunning precision to call up her shape from the ashes. My words, like an incantation causing her to rise up out of oblivion. Her perfect form materializes before me.More beautiful and more terrible than before. Rays of blinding beauty emanate from her, heating up my skin and penetrating my very soul. There is no more I. Only her eyes which contain within them every star in the sky. Is she real? Or just a product of a weary mind's delusion. I can see her, touch her, smell her, feel her.. but is she really here? She begins to sing. Her voice creeps into my ears stealing my mind away.
  I am her prisoner once again, but at this point I dont even care. Every bit of indignation and resentment i felt for her was melted away in the wink of her eye. I willingly accept the leash around my neck. Chained to a dream. Tied to her like a puppet on a string. as brick by brick i rebuild her temple... brick by brick... Can we build something new? or am i just sealing my doom?..

Who Killed Me
As my life is snatched away from me

A mystery is born

The one to blame for this tragedy

Is amongst the ones who mourn



I have to solve this mystery

Although I’m just a ghost

And ill make sure the one that did this

Is the one who mourns the most



At the fall of dusk

My life is dust

Swept away by deaths black broom

To the dust bin of forgotten ones

Waiting for the tomb



Silent and invisible I glide around the room

Now’s the time that I will find

The one responsible for my doom



Maybe it was an enemy

Who took away my health

But I don’t think I had one

Except of course myself



Maybe it was a friend

Who brought about the end

But that’s just one thing

I couldn’t comprehend



Maybe it was the girl I loved

Who stole my breath from me

For I once told her that her love

Will be the death of me



Maybe it was a maiden fair

Who broke my heart beyond repair

And took away my peace

Maybe that’s why I’m deceased



Maybe it was my mother

Who’s pressure I could never bear

Or maybe it was my father

Who was never ever there



There are so many suspects

So many alibis

Its hard to figure out the truth

Amongst so many lies

Is this what always happens

Every time somebody dies?



But suddenly it hit me

As I opened up my eyes

The identity of the killer

May come as a surprise



It wasn’t my mom

It wasn’t my dad

It wasn’t the girl

I never had

It wasn’t a friend

It wasn’t a foe

It wasn’t a stranger

I didn’t know



When I opened up my eyes

I began to see

That the one who took my life away

Was no other than me



You see…



There’s two types of suicide

Few people really know

There’s one that kills the body

And one that kills the soul



Striped of my pride

I died inside

Now darkness takes its toll



The dark destroyer laughs at me

I did just what he was expecting

I hear hells angels flap their wings

There coming to collect me

And now it seems that faiths the only thing

That can protect me



But I’m not really dead

My life is hanging by a thread

And my only true redemption

Is the blood that was shed



So for me love do not grieve

Because this is not the end

And ill just live

And ill just breath

And try not to die again

are we allowed reposts? an how many poems are we allowed?

you all have great poems and stories

Reposts are allowed and you can post as many poems you want (:

Eternal Sea of Sorrow

There with the fire is an evil empire where the throne of the liar is exalted and admired



And i fear i can hear the sound of their unholy choir getting louder as the fire's growing higher glowing brighter



They conspire!

They conspire!

They conspire!



And i know that the times here

the moment of truth

But i cant seem to hold my self up straight

And the heavens send down tears

For me and for you

But some people prefer to call it rain



There is a place farther than the depths of space can trace through eternity a shining thrown of grace



And i hope there's a place up there in the air

for a poor little child ill prepared for despair



At the age of twelve the free tickets off the shelves so dont fall for the tricks of the ones who promise wealth



In exchange for your soul

Cuz they will take control



 And ill just try to survive cuz i cant affored to die when i

live inside a lie created by the evil eyes.

Break free!

Break free!

Before they come and take me

To the sea!

To the sea!

TO THE SEA!



(for eternity...)

Monsters in the Mirror

Monsters live in the mirror

I see them every day

I can’t see my reflection

Cuz there always in the way



Silently they’re haunting me

With there lies they’re taunting me

Making me believe

That no ones ever really wanting me



There’s a man in the mirror that’s a stranger to me

I feel like he may even be a danger to me

And I think its even stranger to see

The mirror man and me do not always agree



This man is but a mirrored mirage

Put together like a strange collage

Creating illusions of reality



He’s a Bogart taking many shapes

Within a glass he can’t escape

A real life he can only imitate

Now this man is imitating me



When I walk away does he disappear?

Does he only exist if I am near?

Or maybe he just goes to become someone else’s fear



A parallel universe exists

Inside the mirror with a twist

He might be my reflection

But maybe I am his



Maybe he’s plotting against me

He’ll rise up and I will then be

His puppet slave to copy him obediently

While my life is taken from me

I’m doomed to watch while he becomes me



Mirror mirror on the wall

How I wish that you would fall

For on the floor what I would see is

Shattered demons ripped to pieces

Smash the windows
Send in the ghosts
Then let the ghouls have them
That's what the get for no protection
All of the other houses have
Lanterns named Jack
Jack-O-Lanterns
the inside burns
a protective light
to keep the family safe for the night
Life can be so scary
on Hallows eve

It's chasing me and i don't think i can get away from it. It's already killed my family and friends, so why should i try to outrun it. Wait, i think i know. I've seen a pattern going on and no matter what i do, i am going to die. This thing chasing me is not a person, or an animal. It is a beast. Drenched in blood from head to toe. its hair sticks to it's scalp and it reeks of the blood of my family and friends. I saw it eat them. I was in my tent, trying to sleep from our long day of hiking. I heard Helen scream first. It woke everyone up and they all went out of their tents to check on her, well except me. I thought maybe she had seen a spider, but i was wrong. After everyone went to check on her I heard many screams and a ton of blood splatter all over my tent. I peeked out and then my mother's blood and brains splattered all over my face. I was disgusted and almost screamed but stopped myself. one by one i watched my family be torn apart limb by limb and eaten.
Some were decapitated and my younger brother's head rolled towards my foot. His face just stared at me while i had to sit there and watch. Nothing i could do and it seemed like he was hating me. hating me for living and hating me for not helping. After he tore my friends apart and ate their intestines is when i puked. I had lasted so long but could only endure so much. That's when the beast heard me. I was doing fine but then it heard me and i knew i was going to die. i thought i could outrun it. Its belly was fat with my friends and family and i thought that would slow it down, but as always, i was wrong. It ran towards me but i was pretty fast. I was about one hundred feet away when my shoe got stuck on something. I wasn't to sure what it was because i couldn't see but i had 2 leave it because the beast was gaining on me. By the time i got of the ground it was twenty feet from me. I wondered how it could have gotten so fast but i didn't want to wait and see. I kept running and suddenly it was just gone. I thought, "i outran it, i'm safe. I'm actually going to live." boy, was i wrong. That's when it dropped down from the trees and pinned me to the ground. I closed my eyes and told myself it was a dream but i knew this was real and i knew i was going to die.
The beast was talking to me, and the freaky thing was, it sounded just like my three year old sister. I couldn't believe the horror of hearing that beast use her sweet angelic voice and telling me, " i'm going to kill you, like i did with everyone else. Like your mom, dad, brother, and your little sister. I'm going to peel off your skin, slowly strand by strand and make you suffer. Then i'll rip apart your limbs and eat them slowly. I'm only letting you live this long because i live on your fear as much as the meat on your bones." I was truly horried at hearing it say that. I was praying that it would be quick, that he wouldn't but he did.
He took me to the cave where he lived and did exactly what he said he would. He made sure to keep me concious. Laughing at my every painful scream and soaking up my fear and tears. Right now my body is torn into pieces yet he has kept me alive. I am literally just bones, except for my head which he has not touched. It's been twelve hours since he captured me and i'm still alive. He tells me using my little sister's voice that he is going to make me suffer. He will keep me alive and hurt me in any way possible.
That was twenty years ago, i finally died sometime but now i am a ghost. and i have to relive that night and that pain over and over again for the rest of eternity, while he sits there and laughs using my little sister's angelic voice.
the exception is halloween night. On that night i feel all pain. I feel the pain of my family and friends who were killed and of every other person this monster has killed. I know what it feels to be torn to shreds and bitten into. I know how it feels to be digested and i know how it feels to have your head torn from your body. I experience this pain on halloween. The day my friends and family were killed.

Halloween 

I enter a mansion
Extremely massive
It was quiet... Too quiet
A bad feeling, but I fight it
I walk around the empty hallways
For almost all day 
Until I find this room, I enter it soon
To find Delphine Lalaurie
With her slaves blooded and gory
Failed attempted sex changes 
And limb exchanges 
Arms as legs and legs as arms
She tries to tell me she means no harm
She tries to hold me down, gets a whips and hits
Got her scalpel and and tried to cut my dick
I tried to fight that bitch, without the hype and shit
I manage to escape, my almost dead fate
Without increasing death rate
Until I find the owner of the mansion
Marilyn Manson, his murder intents enhancing
As he chases me door to door until we reach the corridor
We turn on the lights and look into fright
Lalaurie's slaves alive to thrive
They try to dine
Something must've drove them cannibalistic 
Something because Hannibal missed it
He was still upstairs in his own room I avoided
Me and Manson look at each other rancid
He hung himself against the corridor's shelf
I stood alive as Jeffrey Dahmer came to help
Unfortunately he was after me
He tried to cage and rape me
He told me he wanted me, blatantly
It was terrifyingly scary
Excuse the pleonasm
Just had to express how terrifying it was 
To have caused the sex changed slaves' orgasms
And after Dahmer came, it was no longer the same
For after that, I cannot tell what happened...