ShadowsCool
04-02-2012, 04:22 PM
Kinda a poem/story/prose/whatever
What Happened On Ghost Hill?
~What happened on Ghost hill?
No one could know;
Save for me, but would I live to tell?~
Bleak was the landscape
Even a hawk wanted no part,
Flying by, indifferent to the scene.
And the scratching of a small creature was heard
Burrowing to get away,
From the gloom
That had not seen the light of day.
For this had to be the work of a fallen angel
My heart shuttered at what It would find
Inside the house abandoned on the hill,
Piquing my curiosity, getting the better of me,
That I began to look in.
Turning the knob slowly,
There was a certain grease
Of a certain consistency,
I could not lay my mind on.
If it was the work of a prankster
Then the bigger fool be me.
But this place looked like it hadn't seen a visitor
Since old man Grady had died some years ago.
Wiping my hands I took a look around,
As I got a sudden chill right to the bone,
Some kind of creeping sound coming from a room.
I stared upon it intently, sure it was that room
But it was the shivering of my shoes
Shaking loose the wooden floor.
What lie underneath down there?
That only a devil could know,
I was not about to find out
As I turned around and there I saw
Half flesh, half bones, dangling from a rope.
I panicked to run
But where was I to go?
The door became jammed
And the curtains became drawn,
As I saw a ghostly shadow
Moving across the far hall.
Suddenly the ticking of the clock
Got louder and louder
Reminding me it was close to midnight,
And in a huff I set to leave.
But where to? What way?
I knew I had to go through
That ghostly thing I'd just seen.
And more unbearable it became
With sweating profuse,
And all kinds of horrid sounds
From all kinds of rooms,
Screaming as if a murder
From an unknown intruder
Came over them.
But who were they?
Was I not alone?
That was my thought.
And now my terror reached new heights
As even more sweat poured down
And I panicked for a way out,
Though not through the way I came
For that ghostly thing that I saw hanging.
Then I turned around
And the sweat kept coming down
As I wiped my face from all my sweat
But it wasn't sweat but blood.
And I grew more terrified
As I saw my reflection on a broken mirror,
I was filled with blood
All down my face
Up and down my arms
But where from?
Then I felt drops bead
Not from my face
But from up high,
I dared to look up
And there I saw
A woman's face
The one I heard screaming before,
Her eyes bulging out
Against the banister steps,
With blood dripping down to my skin.
Then I saw blackness
And nothing again.
For that was my end
I had died in there.
The blood running on me
Was also my own,
Knifed in the dark
From an unknown assailant.
And this was written before I went in,
Into my journal.
So you would know of me
And what happened to me in the haunted mansion.
What Happened On Ghost Hill?
~What happened on Ghost hill?
No one could know;
Save for me, but would I live to tell?~
Bleak was the landscape
Even a hawk wanted no part,
Flying by, indifferent to the scene.
And the scratching of a small creature was heard
Burrowing to get away,
From the gloom
That had not seen the light of day.
For this had to be the work of a fallen angel
My heart shuttered at what It would find
Inside the house abandoned on the hill,
Piquing my curiosity, getting the better of me,
That I began to look in.
Turning the knob slowly,
There was a certain grease
Of a certain consistency,
I could not lay my mind on.
If it was the work of a prankster
Then the bigger fool be me.
But this place looked like it hadn't seen a visitor
Since old man Grady had died some years ago.
Wiping my hands I took a look around,
As I got a sudden chill right to the bone,
Some kind of creeping sound coming from a room.
I stared upon it intently, sure it was that room
But it was the shivering of my shoes
Shaking loose the wooden floor.
What lie underneath down there?
That only a devil could know,
I was not about to find out
As I turned around and there I saw
Half flesh, half bones, dangling from a rope.
I panicked to run
But where was I to go?
The door became jammed
And the curtains became drawn,
As I saw a ghostly shadow
Moving across the far hall.
Suddenly the ticking of the clock
Got louder and louder
Reminding me it was close to midnight,
And in a huff I set to leave.
But where to? What way?
I knew I had to go through
That ghostly thing I'd just seen.
And more unbearable it became
With sweating profuse,
And all kinds of horrid sounds
From all kinds of rooms,
Screaming as if a murder
From an unknown intruder
Came over them.
But who were they?
Was I not alone?
That was my thought.
And now my terror reached new heights
As even more sweat poured down
And I panicked for a way out,
Though not through the way I came
For that ghostly thing that I saw hanging.
Then I turned around
And the sweat kept coming down
As I wiped my face from all my sweat
But it wasn't sweat but blood.
And I grew more terrified
As I saw my reflection on a broken mirror,
I was filled with blood
All down my face
Up and down my arms
But where from?
Then I felt drops bead
Not from my face
But from up high,
I dared to look up
And there I saw
A woman's face
The one I heard screaming before,
Her eyes bulging out
Against the banister steps,
With blood dripping down to my skin.
Then I saw blackness
And nothing again.
For that was my end
I had died in there.
The blood running on me
Was also my own,
Knifed in the dark
From an unknown assailant.
And this was written before I went in,
Into my journal.
So you would know of me
And what happened to me in the haunted mansion.