Long Poems About Ghosts
#ghosts
In Father’s Room
The house on Gorton Street had been one of several whose streets led down to the docks in times gone by, labourers’ houses whose doors and windows were flush with the walls so that the buildings looked like great rectangular blocks, with no adornments. The house appeared in black-and-white films, from the days when an MP’s wife warned that we shouldn’t give the working-class coal because they’ll just store it in their bathtubs. Children would play with sticks and hoops and dollies made from socks while women with scarves around their heads called them in, hauled laundry, and brought home...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
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newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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The Immortality of Happiness
#loneliness
#dark
#rebirth
#ghosts
#ForbiddenLove
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Haunted Headache (Halloween Syck House Series)
Going home is a bitch, because all I do is deal with ghost
The spiritual motherfuckas most defiantly be doing the most,
“Every time I unlock the door to let myself in
They change the temperature into an artic freezing wind,
“Covered in frost from my head down to my feet
Now another ghost is bombarding me with intense heat,
“I shake my head and just fucking stare
Because another one is hovering around in my Jordan’s and underwear,
“Constantly they move furniture without my permission
Levitating pots and pans every...
The spiritual motherfuckas most defiantly be doing the most,
“Every time I unlock the door to let myself in
They change the temperature into an artic freezing wind,
“Covered in frost from my head down to my feet
Now another ghost is bombarding me with intense heat,
“I shake my head and just fucking stare
Because another one is hovering around in my Jordan’s and underwear,
“Constantly they move furniture without my permission
Levitating pots and pans every...
#dark
#Halloween
#ghosts
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fantasy of childhood
The Fantasy of Childhood
There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs.
There was a loft where we kids sat, made grand plans
of great daring, mostly in Africa.
Sometimes with the help of a few crates, we made a ship and set sail, Naturally, my friend whose mother worked in a cake shop and brought us day-old cakes, was the ship's captain.
The engineer, whose father had a shop that sold second
thing like shoes, trousers, and whatever, he, the father,
also sold...
There was a tiny house near the main house built I think to house the elderly, but ended up being a place for old furniture, bits, and bobs.
There was a loft where we kids sat, made grand plans
of great daring, mostly in Africa.
Sometimes with the help of a few crates, we made a ship and set sail, Naturally, my friend whose mother worked in a cake shop and brought us day-old cakes, was the ship's captain.
The engineer, whose father had a shop that sold second
thing like shoes, trousers, and whatever, he, the father,
also sold...
#monsters
#ghosts
#aliens #mermaids
#aliens #mermaids
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The Jesus Clock
a ghost story
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
Jonathan was visiting his sister. She lived in a flat in what had once been a large family home, and then a guest house catering to families taking their holidays by the sea in the 1950s. Now it was just a rather shabby block of flats, the sort of place with greying carpet in the hall and bills piled up for all to see on a table by the front door.
Jonathan was worried about his sister. Her name was Janet and she collected things, obsessively, accruing them from charity shops. She was what was once described as "soft in the head"; Jonathan wasn't...
#evil
#scary
#ghosts #horror
#ghosts #horror
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My Memories of Mary
#regret
#dreams
#ghosts
#memories
#tragedy
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The Little Girl who Loved the Earth
- The Little Girl who Loved the Earth -
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
In the golden light of a certain afternoon, many years ago,
After a walk through the woods, the rays of the sun shining...
Through curtains of green, as if of uncanny paths to show,
I came upon a place unknown to me through any divining.
Past fields and forests, past gardens and pastures pristine,
The scent of the grass, of tall pines, and of earth in the air...
I came to a place where the scent of lilies could be gleaned,
And there I saw a little girl with long and lovely raven hair.
Dressed she...
#countryside
#environment
#nature
#ghosts
#memories
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Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Abandoned Abbey
- Sherlock Holmes: The Adventure of the Abandoned Abbey -
It was not uncommon for me to check the mail and correspondences when my friend and colleague, the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, was otherwise unable to do so for whatever the reason. But on one occasion, it was singular to mention because I found among the usual something a bit strange. It was a sealed letter sent from someone with only the initials V.M. The address connected to it was one I recognized, and that was what made it strange. It was the location of an abandoned abbey from the past century. A location...
It was not uncommon for me to check the mail and correspondences when my friend and colleague, the consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, was otherwise unable to do so for whatever the reason. But on one occasion, it was singular to mention because I found among the usual something a bit strange. It was a sealed letter sent from someone with only the initials V.M. The address connected to it was one I recognized, and that was what made it strange. It was the location of an abandoned abbey from the past century. A location...
#secrets
#ghosts
#travel
#mystery
#deception
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Whore’s Folly
We were lured to the house on the promise of free beer and cheap women.
Even in the current year among supposedly enlightened twenty-something tech bros, that was a tempting offer. The house was one of those old country piles just about maintained by the faded aristocracy, the sons of families that had once been rich enough to never see a poor person even while being served by them. The current lord now lived in what had been the gamekeeper’s cottage and rented out Edwin Hall for people to hold events.
It looked like the house in one of the Sherlock Holmes stories that...
Even in the current year among supposedly enlightened twenty-something tech bros, that was a tempting offer. The house was one of those old country piles just about maintained by the faded aristocracy, the sons of families that had once been rich enough to never see a poor person even while being served by them. The current lord now lived in what had been the gamekeeper’s cottage and rented out Edwin Hall for people to hold events.
It looked like the house in one of the Sherlock Holmes stories that...
#Christmas
#ghosts
#ShortStory #horror
#ShortStory #horror
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Woodswomen
They'd gone on the trip because of Sophie, who fancied herself a survivalist and had her own blog on the theme, called Woodswoman.
That one of their group was overweight and another more used to surviving the Black Friday crushes at London department stores was irrelevant. They went to a small town near the Welsh border. To one side of the town were deep woods, which the group set out to explore. Some years ago a nightclub bouncer had gone on a killing spree and hid in those woods for more than a month before dying in a shootout with police.
'It'll be just like...
That one of their group was overweight and another more used to surviving the Black Friday crushes at London department stores was irrelevant. They went to a small town near the Welsh border. To one side of the town were deep woods, which the group set out to explore. Some years ago a nightclub bouncer had gone on a killing spree and hid in those woods for more than a month before dying in a shootout with police.
'It'll be just like...
#murder
#ghosts
#ShortStory #horror
#ShortStory #horror
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Lone Worker
a ghost story
According to the centre's "lone worker" policy, Michael shouldn't have even been there.
He worked for a car insurance company, enforcing the policies of various brands. (Though the company called him an "emergency responder", he couldn't think of many 999 operators required to bully drivers for insurance information before rescuing them and their children from a busy layby.) Of a night, it was normally just him and four other workers in the centre. Any less and the calls were re-routed elsewhere. Certainly, no one was officially allowed to be alone in...
According to the centre's "lone worker" policy, Michael shouldn't have even been there.
He worked for a car insurance company, enforcing the policies of various brands. (Though the company called him an "emergency responder", he couldn't think of many 999 operators required to bully drivers for insurance information before rescuing them and their children from a busy layby.) Of a night, it was normally just him and four other workers in the centre. Any less and the calls were re-routed elsewhere. Certainly, no one was officially allowed to be alone in...
#scary
#ghosts
#ShortStory #horror
#ShortStory #horror
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