Real Spooky Hours

Netashi

Theta was here

 

Read at night

 

 

  • Twas a cold night and I was robbed of my sleep

 

The breeze was howling and all the light of the day was sweeped

 

  • I was sitting on wooden floor smooth yet uninviting

 

Was on my computer watching cars pass by, their light blinding

 

  • I was watching a horror film one of the old cringy ones

 

Where there was crappy costumes and the victims were dumb

 

  • Tripping on nothing, and screaming for help

 

While the monsters chased them giving strange yelps

 

  • My sister asleep on the couch and father sick in bed

 

Nothing but the heater in this house that is quiet and dead

 

  • Across the street is a bench for the public bus

 

There was people there but in a silent hush

 

  • A hooded man and a teenage girl

 

Maybe their family I thought as I gave my heater another whirl

 

  • Walked into the hallway while the floorboards creaked

 

Letting there existence be known as they leave an eerie screech

 

  • I smack the heater till it comes to life and my errands done

 

Little do i know the night has just begun

 

  • I check on my sister and to my surprise I find the window open

 

I hear the bus outside and watched it as it rode in

 

  • It seems i barely made it to watch the girl get on the bus

 

It seems the hooded man went in first in a rush

 

  • But to my alarm I saw the hoodie on the bench

 

Why did he leave it and what is this stench

 

  • I close the window and give the hoodie one last glimpse

 

It looked similar to my dads gray,crappy and slim

 

  • I go to my room and lay back down and draw my curtains

 

For I am sleepy and left uneasy that is for certain

 

  • But an hour later the heater turns off

 

I thought I put it on longer i got up while i scoffed

 

  • I reach for my door but it turns back on

 

Maybe my dad got up and did it for me, but i was wrong

 

  • I grew nauseous for a reason I did not know

 

All the windows were closed yet the stench overflowed

 

  • I open my door to the odor of metal

 

The lights were off and the house felt unsettled

 

  • Some sort of liquid was under my dads door

 

It gave off the odor and flowed through the floor

 

  • I stepped on it and it felt warm

 

And then the heater stopped and anxiety started to form

 

  • I walked to the living room to check on my sister

 

I thought it was my dad hugging her but it was something more sinister

 

  • It turned to hear my gasp for air

 

The creature had no eyes, ears, or hair

 

  • It only had a smile that violently stretched

 

It’s unorganized pointed teeth in my mind it is etched

 

  • It gave a numbing shriek and I fainted

 

I woke up to my living room red and tainted

 

  • There on the wall I read as I shaked

 

“You are lucky you were awake”

 

  • Twas a cold night and i was robbed of my sleep

 

The boogeyman ate my family while they were asleep  

 

I hope you liked this spooky story/poem when halloween is almost coming to town, bUt i iMploRe yOu NoT tO tUrN aRoUnD   

 

  • Author: Ernie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2018 12:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: Real spooky hours are almost upon us my fellow poets hopefully you don't get to spooked from this poem but i'd love to hear if you are gonna dress up and if so as what. As always feedback is always welcome. - Yours truly theta P.S: Don't turn around he is right there
  • Category: Gothic
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  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Oooh, scary and rhymin!. Can't beat that for Halloween.

    I enjoyed your poem. 🙂

    • Netashi

      Thank you for the kind words Tamara

    • Netashi

      Holy crap, did i just make a creeppasta/poem....I think i did.....good job me



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