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[ Stephen King inspired ] Ghosts?

 
There's no such thing      
      
Hey, it's just my opinion      
     
Though having read any books      
of mine based on numerous      
"supposed" haunted locations      
along good ole Route 66      
you'd already know      
that's how I roll      
     
And by ghosts, I mean lost souls      
dearly departed from their bodies      
still wandering this mortal coil      
     
But, just hear me out for a moment;      
     
what if there are places in this world      
that pull no punches, telling it like it is -    
call'em psychic mirrors or vortexes      
or whatever new age bullshit    
you scrape off your shoe's tread -      
these locations mind-fuck you      
with your own personal baggage      
     
I know; absurd, right?      
     
I'd be laughing my ass off as well      
if not for the night I spent in that      
evil fucking room      
on the Dolphin Hotel's 14th floor      
     
Listen ...      
the oil paintings on the walls?      
Came alive within their frames -      
morphed into stranger things      
     
The walls themselves flexed      
as if that crusty building was alive      
and I was in its expanding lungs      
     
Get this - the floor turned quicksand      
where I was standing - I could feel      
myself sinking into something      
other than the room below;      
can't say what is was for sure      
     
I want to describe it as      
liquid oblivion      
     
Anyway, doesn't matter if it was real      
or not, what actually happened to me;      
or, if I hallucinated it all ...      
     
The experience was mine      
because none of us can see      
beyond our own convictions      
     
So, I can appreciate why guests    
who survived their stay in 1408    
insist it is at maximum capacity      
with human spirits      
     
Point is ...      
     
when you don't believe in anything?      
     
Then there's nothing concrete      
for hoisting yourself out    
of the impending madness    
swallowing you up      
     
And let me tell you -      
     
that's some really scary shit      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
iteration prior to Ahavati's comprehensive honest critique    
     
     
There's no such thing      
     
Hey, it's just my opinion;      
     
though having read any books      
of mine based on numerous      
"supposed" haunted locations      
along good ole Route 66      
you would already know      
that's how I roll      
     
And by ghosts, I mean lost souls      
dearly departed from their bodies      
not this mortal coil      
     
But, just hear me out for a moment;      
     
what if there are places in this world      
that pull no punches, telling it like it      
is - call'em psychic mirrors or vortexes      
or whatever new age bullshit term      
you can scrape off your shoe's tread -      
these locations mind fuck you      
with your own personal baggage      
     
I know; absurd, right?      
     
I'd be laughing my ass off as well      
if not for the night I spent in that      
evil fucking room      
on the Dolphin Hotel's 14th floor      
     
Listen ...      
the oil paintings on the walls?      
Came alive within their frames -      
morphed into different images      
     
The walls themselves flexed      
as if that crusty building was alive      
and I was in its expanding lungs      
     
Get this - the floor turned quicksand      
where I was standing - I could feel      
myself sinking into something      
other than the room below;      
can't say what is was for sure      
     
I want to describe it as      
liquid oblivion      
     
Anyway, doesn't matter if it was real      
or not; actually happening to me;      
if I hallucinated it all ...      
     
The experience was mine to own      
because none of us can see      
beyond our own convictions      
     
So I can appreciate why guests who      
survived their stay in 1408 insist      
it is packed to maximum capacity      
with human spirits      
     
Point is ...      
     
when you don't believe in anything?      
     
Then there's nothing concrete to grab      
and use for hoisting yourself out of the      
impending madness swallowing you up      
     
And let me tell you -      
     
that's some really scary shit      
     
 
JohnnyBlaze
Written by JohnnyBlaze
Published | Edited 11th Dec 2019
Author's Note
inspired by Stephen King's "1408"
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