You wince as your room door swings inward with a soft creak. You can see your bed in the dim glow of a spaceship table lamp that shines next to the doorway of your small bathroom, and your yellow sheets (the ones with the smiling, dancing bananas on them) are unwrinkled. Your pillows are tidy too, exactly how you left them a few hours ago. Your toys, from the six inch tall muscular frame of Atomic Buster Man to the sleek and shiny chrome body of your model Nissan 350Z, are still in their designated spots along the floor next to your closet (which is opposite your bed), and your books are still in their alphabetized places on the bookshelf beside it.
Nothing is out of place, and more importantly, the temperature is still warm. You sigh heavily and hang your head in relief. You remember reading in a ghost forum on an occult website one night that temperatures tend to plummet when evil is around. The steady heat that emanates from inside of your room gives you a surge of confidence, and you roll your shoulders back and stomp into the room, ready to reclaim what you were sure was lost to you forever.
But the confidence is short-lived. Your mother didn't tell you where she put the doll after coming back downstairs before dinner, and your mind was starting to think that maybe she bluffed when she said that it would be waiting for you by the time you went to bed.
You almost don't believe what you see, which forces you to hold your breath as your face shrinks into a terrified lake of wrinkles. Inside of your closet (which was stupidly left open by your forgetful mother), perched atop a lumpy mountain of dirty clothes, sits your grandmother's dusty prisoner doll. Its sinister, tremendous grin makes your feel like it's relishing your fear, which, aside from its glossy emerald eyes and its child-sized outline, are all that you can see from the inside of the dark abyss.
You swallow deeply, try to control your legs as they begin to wobble again, and begin to countdown from ten as you picture yourself slamming your closet door in the face of your unwanted guest. #pagesfromthenayas#horrorwriter#horrorwriting#horrorwriters#monsterinthecloset
You are lord of an invisible village
With walls one dare not break
A haven for no souls
With no inhabitants
You keep a journal on the ones who die
And those who just pass by
Yet the pages stay clean white
You hate how they reflect the sunlight
You hold sermons at night
When they crawl out to listen
Or whenever you please
And when they don’t
But what’s it matter,
What’s a maggot to a man?
They tell these tales of you
The ones who were your life
You’ve snapped, gone mad
You’re out of your mind
But what’s a maggot to a man
But his ultimate demise?
Welcome to nowhere
Where nobody ever lies
Welcome to wherever you please
Where there’s no wind
Or graves to call home
What are they
What are they
What are they to you?
Feeding where no body ever dies
An excerpt from “maggot to a man” by J.S. Klein
Pic credit: Mysticsartdesign on Pixabay
Halloween is just around the corner. 🎃 What better way to celebrate than to brush up on the Monster Mash and the Time Warp, and pretend you know how to Cha Cha Slide. 🤷😂 Who else is ready for Halloween? 🎃🖤
There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you're alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you're that important.
The doll part 4"Few minutes later and old, but still beautiful lady appeared in front of Agent and his not ordinary company. Strange sounds from the museum suddenly stopped.
-What are you doing here? – she smiled looking at little Lilou.
-I want to see the doll - she whispered
-I told that- begin the director, but she made a sign to him to stop speaking.
-I will show you the doll, Annabelle, you want to see Annabelle?
-Come with me – Lauryn went to the museum and they followed her. Wooden red door with a cross on it was like a gate into another dimension. It was 9 a clock in the evening, and inexplicable noise behind the door became much louder when Lauryn turned the key.
-Its always been here like that at this time of the day. But now.. I think something terrible wants to came out. Take care of yourselves – saying this Lauryn entered in museum first.
Mysterious twilight hided the details of the museum objects. On the shelf outline of different ancient artefacts was looking like a witch accessories. Voodoo dolls, skulls, some objects were displayed under the glass dome. A big organ was placed in darkest corner, on the left side of the organ brown wood coffin completed the witchery scene."
"Holding Company Ghost 👻" Elena Sushkevitch.