Vamp

If you meet her, she’ll want you, need you. I entreat you, do beware!
A black hearted rose, wicked when wet.
She’ll dine, spit you out when all your blood she’s spent.
You’ll recognise her footsteps as along those paths she tramps
that’s why I tell you friends because the lady is a VAMP (IRE)

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A bit risque but I like that song The Lady is a tramp too and… what the heck it was just Halloween.. and Kate Beckinsale is the best looking Vampire I’ve ever seen LOL

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Haunted

You never know whose lived
in them and…died
Leaving our ghost’s behind
(or, so I thought)
we walked through the front door
of an empty house for sale
and a child ran all round the
ground floor open plan

Kitchen, small room, half-bath
living room
(with a river view) and long passage too
but, she fell instantly in love
when she saw the stairs.

So sensitive
I’ve always been somewhat ‘aware’
Along the passages they come and go
impalpable impressions on the air
a sense of something moving to and fro

Wasn’t long after we moved
‘things’ began happening.
The child said:
“I think we have a ghost”
Which I dismissed as silly
yet knew
she was probably speaking true.

I’d hear bangs, drawers open
or close, doors too
see flashes of movement from the
corner of my eye.

Things which were impossible
to fall, would fall.
Lights would go off and turn back on.

I didn’t want to scare the child
and each time things were happening
with her I’d tell her she was
being silly, imagining things

Until I noticed the cold chill
almost at the top of the stairs
warm before and after it, and just that spot
was cold.
Then began to see light orbs both
upstairs and downstairs
but, kept it to myself
until she told me she was seeing
them and felt that ice cold chill
on the stairs too.

One day she raced down those stairs
and told me she’d just seen her mom

they say those that have passed
try to find a way of letting us
know they’re still there

Who knows.

We moved to another new home and yet
things keep happening… still.

Bangs, things fall to the floor
for no reason.
The dog gets spooked.
We see light orbs still, feel
a presence with us
see flashes of movement
the dog’s eyes ‘follow’ something
as if seeing what we can’t
yet, we come to no harm.

I’ve always told her
it’s someone who loves us
to never be in fear.

She’s happy with that
and we have learned to just
live and let live.

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*After Chloe’s mom passed away, we moved from that house into another one in the same village where we lived. When I asked a friend if she knew who had lived there she told me an elderly couple. The man had died, the woman had gone into assisted housing. The ‘tiny’ room downstairs was turned into a bedroom with a half bath and shower for the man who apparently had been too ill to go upstairs anymore. When I asked my friend if he had died there, she said she wasn’t sure but didn’t think so. That’s a pic of Chloe I took when we called in to see how the decorating was going. I liked the ghost pic above it because the stairs are on the left of the house, like ours were. She’d never lived in a house with stairs before so, they were such a novelty to her. …lol
Being only nine at the time, I purposely didn’t tell Chloe about anything that happened while she was at school or out of the house so that she wasn’t spooked about living there. It was only when she persisted in telling me about things happening with her that I told her some of what I knew was happening too. Once, she told me she had seen her mom, and after all of the things happening, I couldn’t say it wasn’t true. Told her if it was anyone who wished us harm, we’d be driven out in fear, but this was as if it was someone who loves us trying to let us know they were still with us. Thankfully in the end, she didn’t seem worried at all.
We still both see light orbs in our new home, have odd bangs, feel something ‘touch’ us, like a caress here and there. Or, feel as if our hair has been lightly stroked. We’ve both learned to live with it all now.
Since I learned how to meditate and go deep into it, I do feel that our bodies earthly death is not the end of it at all. So much we don’t know or, understand. But, I do tell her to always look towards the light. Have faith in goodness, love and the higher power. It’s there, we mostly just can’t see it.

So, there’s a ‘spooky’ real life story for you’all for Halloween

Italics line was taken from the poem Haunted Houses by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Hansel & Gretel

They’d wandered the forest for hours
finally admitting they were lost.
Now… hungry, tired too and growing
more forlorn upon seeing the
shadows growing darker.

Not knowing what else to do
the two dropped to their knees
whence a cute little bird darted
out of the trees and seemed to
want them to follow.

Soon, they reached a clearing
around which were scattered
several pumpkin patches with a
small cottage nestled inside.

Hunger quashed any fear they
possessed but,
as they passed the pumpkin patch
they didn’t see those pumpkins leer.

The house was unlike any they’d seen
made of gingerbread and everything nice
brother and sister so hungry began
pulling bits off, not once, not twice
but, thrice.

Suddenly, the small door opened wide
and a friendly gesture bid them
go inside.
As she closed the door behind the
unsuspecting pair the old witch
couldn’t stifle a cackle:

‘We’ll soon get you fed and fatten
you up, come on, come on, sit down
eat up.”
She encouraged with a smile.
‘And then you’ll be fat enough
for me to eat too.’ She added
behind a rotten toothed grin.

~*~

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Hansel & Gretel is a fairystory written by the Brothers Grimm. If you want to know more here’s a link. Hansel & Gretel The Brothers Grimm seemed to always write children’s stories on the very edge of darkness. I would almost describe them myself as ‘horror’ stories for kids. Not really my cuppa tea at all but, as it’s fast approaching Halloween, I thought this rather grim tale of theirs might suit.

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Frankenstein

 

 

 

In flickering gaslight he poked, prodded and carved.  He was tired from too many long nights spent working so hard. Grunted here and there as each lined up bottle caught bloody drops which dripped down in a gutter from each crooked sown limb. The storm reached its zenith as lightening intruded, cracked and flashed itself all around the room… striking the bolt that passed through the things neck and with a sudden twitched jerk… it then moved.
With a wheezed gasp and gurgle the thing broke its buckles and then snapped its wide leather straps too, with hefty thump… its two feet hit the floor ..as the scientist stood there wide-eyed and…. in awe. Doubting his mind and its sanity too as the man-thing made of so many parts realised his sentient being at last and with a gigantic leap as befitting only the same he crashed through the glass windows… falling, down down, down onto the sidewalk with resounding crash and, with quick glance up into the darkness of night, his bulk… vanished.

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This is the famous Mary Shelly novel originally called: ‘Frankenstein;
or, The Modern Prometheus.’ first written in 1818. It seems incredible that it was written so long ago but, her first edition was published in 1818 and then a second edition was published in France in 1823. The Wikipedia write up on it all is very interesting.
A lot of people still mistakenly think that Frankenstein is the name of the monster created but it is in fact, the name of the scientist who created it (according to the book) the creature had no name.
I never read the book but have seen various movies, the original creature was played in a movie made in 1931 by Boris Karloff
I always felt sad for the ‘thing.’  He didn’t know right from wrong and he truly didn’t start off wanting to kill anyone. He learned to ‘feel’ and, taught himself to read etc. But, though he makes friends with a blind man and a young girl he is feared for being a monster and this sets a chain of events into motion of death and of his eventual demise
(until the next movie ….lol)

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