wallyroo92
Bumped 1st Mar 2025 5:42am
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
The Window in the Third Floor
He feels a chill down his spine as he walks through the door. The music is loud, the air is warm and everyone seems in a trance as they dance into the night.
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers...
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers...
#scary
#vampires
#ShortStory #werewolves
#ShortStory #werewolves
652 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 28th Feb 2025 5:42am
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
5th Oct 2019 5:54pm
Disenvoweled
Yzybyl was a witch, a hater, a slayer, a butcher and slasher,
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
An ax wielding thrasher who cut up words and then ate ‘em
She hated them because she was missing vowels from her name,
So she made a game of it then went on a spree of murder and mayhem.
She’d tear letters apart at the heart of their lexicon and they were gone,
She was drawn to slaying poems and essays like there was no tomorrow,
Sl!c!ng one character at t!me, replac!ng them w!th a symbol or a s!gn,
Unt!l they were dead w!th dread and there was noth!ng left to borrow.
...
#scary
#monsters
#WritingPoetry
661 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 27th Feb 2025 5:27am
4th Oct 2019 11:50pm
4th Oct 2019 11:50pm
Jez
#lust
#erotic
#evil #scary
#evil #scary
773 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:14am
23rd Feb 2025 2:14am
We Didn't Know She's Really A Vampire
I know that it's crazy.
We found out Crystal Hargitay's in town.
I let George seduce her.
I got myself ready with my camcorder.
She sank fangs into his naked skin.
We found out Crystal Hargitay's in town.
I let George seduce her.
I got myself ready with my camcorder.
She sank fangs into his naked skin.
#dialogue
#fiction
#scary
#sex
#vampires
63 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 6:50pm
21st Feb 2025 6:50pm
Still Being Afraid Of The Dark
Kate was taking a shower.
Suddenly, the power went out on her.
That made her scream loud.
Suddenly, the power went out on her.
That made her scream loud.
#dark
#emotional
#fiction
#home
#scary
58 reads
0 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
19th Feb 2025 8:23pm
I'm the Devil, Yes It's True
(Verse 1)
The whispers in the shadows, the chill that runs down your spine
The chaos in your city, the darkness you define
You blame it on the weather, the stars that aren't aligned
But I'm the one who's pulling strings, the puppet master of your mind
(Chorus)
I'm the devil, yes it's true, the whispers you can't ignore
The bad luck and the heartache, the battles you can't win anymore
I'm the reason for your failures, the reason you can't soar
But don't you dare forget, you're the one who opened up the door
(Verse 2)
The...
The whispers in the shadows, the chill that runs down your spine
The chaos in your city, the darkness you define
You blame it on the weather, the stars that aren't aligned
But I'm the one who's pulling strings, the puppet master of your mind
(Chorus)
I'm the devil, yes it's true, the whispers you can't ignore
The bad luck and the heartache, the battles you can't win anymore
I'm the reason for your failures, the reason you can't soar
But don't you dare forget, you're the one who opened up the door
(Verse 2)
The...
#devil
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
192 reads
1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
18th Feb 2025 2:56pm
A World in Chains
How do you uncage a mind—
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
When the world is in chains?
Your tongue twists knives into brushstrokes,
measuring tape strangling wild winds,
trying to tame, frame, name—
caging the sky in a box too small for its storms.
Cemented thought-cracks splitting—
shards of why, / dissecting the veins of a butterfly’s cry,
your hands scalp the storm,
make a map from the scream—
like naming a star cages its fire.
You gut the unknown, call it science—
burn the art, call it proof—
turn passion into puzzles,
art into...
#art
#scary
#WritingPoetry
56 reads
4 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 11:00pm
17th Feb 2025 11:00pm
Crossroads Curse
Down by the crossroads, where the shadows creep,
I made a deal with the devil, now I can’t find sleep.
He whispered sweet promises, said I’d play like a king,
But the price of my soul, oh, it’s a heavy thing.
Chorus:
Crossroads curse, got me in a bind,
Dancing with demons, losing my mind.
Every note I play, echoes of despair,
In the dark of the night, I can feel him there.
Verse 2:
The moonlight’s a witness to the sins that I’ve sown,
With every strum of my guitar, I feel more alone.
He took my heart and my spirit, left...
I made a deal with the devil, now I can’t find sleep.
He whispered sweet promises, said I’d play like a king,
But the price of my soul, oh, it’s a heavy thing.
Chorus:
Crossroads curse, got me in a bind,
Dancing with demons, losing my mind.
Every note I play, echoes of despair,
In the dark of the night, I can feel him there.
Verse 2:
The moonlight’s a witness to the sins that I’ve sown,
With every strum of my guitar, I feel more alone.
He took my heart and my spirit, left...
#curse
#dark
#devil
#evil
#scary
134 reads
5 Comments
MrBlack
Mr Black
Mr Black
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 8:32am
16th Feb 2025 8:32am
Terrifier
(Verse 1)
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight
(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber ...
Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no circus show
It's the reign of terror, the place where nightmares grow
Art the Clown's in the house, a symphony of dread
Leaving trails of carnage, painting the streets red
He's a twisted jester, a puppet of the night
With a wicked grin and a hunger for the fight
From All Hallows Eve, his legend took its flight
Now he's back for vengeance, bathed in pale moonlight
(Chorus)
He's Art the Clown, the master of the macabre
His laughter echoes, a chilling, haunting jabber ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#nightmares
#scary
107 reads
5 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 3rd Feb 2025 11:16pm
16th Sep 2019 1:12am
16th Sep 2019 1:12am
Pull Me Under
I’ve been through a storm in a raging sea,
Beaten and battered by nature’s fury,
Lost in darkness as far as I could see,
The tempest was my soul’s judge and jury.
I’ve been blinded by the dreadful lightening,
Hanging on in the depths of the unknown,
Pummeled by monster waves it’s quite frightening,
Scared and terrified that I was alone.
I’ve been stranded in grim situations,
Losing faith and hope tossed in the vastness,
And then I felt a swift indignation,
Facing death my fear turned into madness.
I’ve screamed at...
Beaten and battered by nature’s fury,
Lost in darkness as far as I could see,
The tempest was my soul’s judge and jury.
I’ve been blinded by the dreadful lightening,
Hanging on in the depths of the unknown,
Pummeled by monster waves it’s quite frightening,
Scared and terrified that I was alone.
I’ve been stranded in grim situations,
Losing faith and hope tossed in the vastness,
And then I felt a swift indignation,
Facing death my fear turned into madness.
I’ve screamed at...
#LifeStruggles
#scary
#LifeGoals #LifeCycle
#LifeGoals #LifeCycle
758 reads
4 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
25th Jan 2025 5:53pm
The Others
As I previously mentioned she was encountering "Them"
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
Figures that looked and sounded like children
Lately however, she's been witnessing these "Other" figures
These figures aren't as playful and innocent as the children
"The Others", as she calls them, are harassing and menacing her, usually in the evening
"The Others" are much taller, black shadows, resembling a person
Like the children, she can't make out their faces, but a negative, icy vibe is what she feels
Several times when "The Others" come...
#aging
#evil
#fear
#MentalHealth
#scary
90 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
25th Jan 2025 12:00pm
Walls, sheets, curtains, all white...
In the silence of the night shadows creep.
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
Whispers of the unknown stir the soul.
A chill descends, fingers cold and thin,
tugging at the edges of sanity.
The walls breathe a pulse within the stone.
Echoes of footsteps, unseen yet near.
Eyes in the darkness, staring, unblinking.
A presence felt, but never seen.
The air grows thick, a suffocating dread.
Heartbeat pounding like a distant drum.
A flicker of light reveals a hollow face.
Fleshless grin, frozen in eternal scream.
Hands reach from the void,...
#anxiety
#apathy
#emptiness
#ghosts
#scary
88 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Fear, Horror and Scary Poems
