Thanatic Tomb Waltzer

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Like everything in this realm and many others, there is always a dark side.

The Grave Dancer has a shadow companion, one which she cannot see, feel, or hear.

Her name is Thanatos, the Thanatic Tomb Waltzer. Unlike The Grave Dancer, she died in anger, pain, and sorrow.

Thanatos died down the street from her very own home. A massive pileup happened in the middle of the road, causing six cars to spiral out of control, slamming Thanatos into another building. The wall made of glass gaveway to the force of the car and sank Thanatos into shards of glass and wood. Thanatos was pronounced dead at the scene. Many others passed away from that crash as well.

The two were once biological twins when they were both still alive. Both loved to sing and dance with one another. The two beings exist on different planes of reality, due to the nature of their deaths and the spirits that they hold within.

Like The Grave Dancer, Thanatos was a name given to her.

Thanatos would only be present in places reeking of death and sorrow.

Cemeteries, broken tombs, old decrepid resting places, even unmarked graves.

Thanatos didn’t just dance like The Grave Dancer, she would dance slowly with a gentle waltz, to an uncontrollable wild dance that is forever unknown.

The Grave Dancer would hum, sing, and laugh, whereas Thanatos would cry, scream, and wail.

She was not a kind hearted spirit like The Grave Dancer. She tormented the dead with her screaming and crying. Sometimes she would dance upon the graves, creating more noise than anything else.

For the spirits that tried to stop her, she would send her ravens to chew them out.

She would cackle at the spirits who suffered from her terror. She laughed at spirits who felt endless pain and sorrow. She even would join in if she felt like the situation warranted it.

Despite the fact that The Grave Dancer and her dog are as happy as can be, she still wonders what has happened to her dear sister.

One day… that all changed.

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The Patterned Tomb

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Lattice of bone shape the walls.

Crushed skulls line these halls.

Grinded to dust as they may be.

Break the wrong ones and the evil will be set free.

The bones never stall, nor end.

This isn’t a simple game of pretend.

Every new death creates several new bricks.

They’re somewhat easy to break, but not like stones and sticks.

I swear that these dim halls can talk.

Their spirits are still here; they love to creep and stalk.

Stalk by day, kill by night.

When they touch you, you’ll die from fright.

Goodnight sweet blessed lost souls.

I have lost my battle to the relentless ghouls.

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Sickly

6d0sJcFSick as sick can be.

Sick as sin can be.

Sick as the mortician.

Sick as the reaper.

Sick as the bleeding gums.

Sick as the eyeless.

Sick as the paper thin skin.

Sick sickly as the doctors.

Sick sickly as the doctors’ masks.

Sick sickly as impending doom.


Sick as sick can be from the ungodly cold and the hellish heat. 

Sick as sin can be as the doctors prance through the grass at night.

Sick sickly like the number of bodies growing in the millions.

Sick sickly like the devilish mortician’s fancies.

Hellish as the dreams of the dead fill my eyes and flood my senses.

Hellish as bones crack, as skin melts like cheese, and as screams go hoarse. 

Hellish as the mixture of smells and sights grows more grotesque by the minute.

I’m stuck in this towering terror of pain. 

I was once a doctor… now just a number with which was written upon my back.

Written on, seared like cattle, then gutted like swine. 

I’m mixed in with the plague, like one big steaming stew. 

I have a mask that was made for me.

It was made from me.

The end is near.

Run.

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These Halls- Halloween Night pt. 1

“Alright guys, come hither! Are you ready for some scary stories tonight?”

“Were you finally going to tell us the special story you said you would tell us?”

“Absolutely.” I ushered the little ones in a little pillow fort that we made in the living room. The lights were dimmed with the exceptional glow of flashlights and a battery powered glowing clock that was shaped like a mini lava lamp. Several chairs were lined up around the couches, covered with a massive king sized sheet. They were placed high enough against the couches, some on top of the couches so my husband and I could have enough room sit with the kids. We were in a tight knit circle, halloween candy was sprawled along the floor and a massive bowl of popcorn sat in the middle. Everything was perfect. But still, something in my gut was telling me not to share the story tonight.

“Okay, are you guys ready???”

“Yeahhhhh!!!!” all three chimed in and shouted all at once.

“Alright, here we go!” I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. My husband wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a look that made me question if this was a good idea or not. I shook my head and sat criss cross on a pillow. “Okay, so did you know that I used to work at a hospital, right?” All three of them shook their heads.

“Well, a long, long time ago I used to be an EMT for a long time. EMT’s are the people that help you get in and out of the ambulance. Not too long after that I became a nurse. Then after that I almost became a doctor, when something happened that changed my entire life forever.” I over exaggerated the story just a tad, but despite the sour memories of my past coming back to haunt me, I carried on. “That something that happened caused the whole entire hospital to shut down.” My husband gently grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“Why did the hospital close Mommy?” Cherri, our youngest daughter asked. 

“Well honey, there’s truthfully a lot of reasons why this hospital closed down. Some people think it’s because it was time to close it because it was too old. I mean, it had been open since the early 1800’s, maybe even earlier. Another reason is that it could have closed is because-“

“Is it haunted????” Simon, the middle child blurted out. 

“The real reason why it closed was because one of the doctors at the hospital was breaking too many rules. He got in trouble, big enough trouble to the point where the hospital had to be shut down. Lots of people had to look for work elsewhere and patients had to be taken to other hospitals.”

“Was he a bad guy?” Cherri asked. 

“Yes, he was. A very bad guy. And there’s one more thing that caused the hospital to close down…” All three of my beautiful dumplings stared up at me with a look of sheer anticipation. “It was haunted. You were right Simon!”

I heard them gasp as Simon yelled out,”I knew it!” and giggled. I giggled a bit myself.

“How many people die in that place? Was it because of the bad guy?” Simon asked. 

“Some say legend has it that the hospital is haunted because the bad doctor was evil, mad scientist and wanted to make living dolls out of the patients who ‘died’ there. The doctor lost his family to a car accident when he was still in medical school and it caused him to go star-raving mad! The dolls he made were made from human body parts, plastic, and metal parts. One day one of the nurses stepped into the doctor’s office while he was away and walked into a grizzly site. Two full sized adult dolls and three smaller ones were made, sitting around a round coffee table in their own individual seats. He ran out of there as fast as he could and called the police. So the bad-evil doctor was taken to jail and the hospital was never the same since. Due to the bad reputation the hospital developed from the incident, and some eyewitness accounts reporting seeing ghosts, the hospital was shut down. The nurse who was there on that dreaded day swears that to this day that he saw one of the dolls smile and wink at him. Supposedly he died about 10 years ago after he was taken to jail… but I think that the doctor might still be out there somewhere…” 

“BOOGA-BOOGA-BOOGA!!!!!!!!!!!!” My husband yelled out loud while holding a ghostface mask to his face which made the kids scream to the top of their lungs. We couldn’t help but laugh. Right after the shock my husband climbed up from underneath our blanket fort and turned on the living room lights.

“Wha-wha-wh- did that????” Simon yelled out. “Was that a real story???” Cherri was on the verge of tears and Kevin, our oldest tried to make it seem like he wasn’t at all scared, but he was just a teeny bit.

“No stupid, it’s obviously fake. Mom and Dad were just trying to scare us on Halloween.” Said Kevin, our sassy oldest sibling of the bunch. 

“Alright Kevin, that’s enough. All of you guys, it’s time to go to bed.” My husband said. 

“But wait, was that story really true Mom?” Simon asked. I looked at the clock: 11:30 Pm. It was getting late for sure. We all came out from under the fort and we all started to clean up the blankets and put everything away. 

“Only part of it was true sweetie. There was more than one doctor that wasn’t good, but they didn’t do anything crazy like making human dolls. And they planned on making a bigger and better hospital to replace the old one which was getting kinda icky and creaky.”

“Is it haunted?” Kevin asked as he crossed his arms, giving me a look of skepticism. 

“No, not really sweetie. A lot of people said it was just to scare others and to make up silly ghost stories. Now! You guys! Off to bed! It’s 11:30.” And then all three peas in a pod groaned in unison. “Now, give me a hug before you go to bed!” Group hug! Even with husband in the mix. All three children hopped into their beds with no hesitation. Both my husband and I gave each one a hug, kiss, and pat on the head. Not too long after the kids went to bed, we did too. 

“Man honey, you should write that down! That was fantastic.” I looked at him and smiled. I still had that knot in my stomach that I felt when I first began my bizarre story. 

“Thank you Hun. I’ve had thoughts of writing before…” 

“Then why not start now? I mean, I know that what you told the kids tonight was more than just a part of some fake ghost story. I think maybe it might help sort through some of those old, raw memories, don’t you think?” 

“Mhm…” I started to space out. “Yeah… I think I’ll do that…” The next thing I know, it’s lights out…. but only for a moment… what is that noise? 

Part 2 coming soon…

Start from the beginning

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Falling Gravestones

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First and foremost, I am fake being of existance.

Also, I never truly was alive.

Life is just one big joke.

Life is something that never had existed, and probably never will.

I’ve been dead for so long, I forgot what it means to be alive.

Nothing reminds me of the so called life I once lived.

Go ask the ghosts who roam this field, they can’t remember either.

Ghosts around these parts say that these graves fall for those who have been dead for over a century.

Realistically, I suppose that would be true, except for one small thing….

And my reasoning to this matter is that doesn’t count the marauders who steal, tag, play games, or hold rituals around our graves.

Very few and between have come out of this boneyard alive.

Everyone who comes in will never, ever come out.

See, I know because that is what happened to me when I visited my dead daughter long, long ago…

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85718bf70bd1fee6ff39805945bd8224--quotes-on-death-dark-fairytaleI don’t have a name. I don’t have a face. I don’t have an identity. I don’t have anything. I’m not anything. Don’t patronise me with your questions, I’m not a fool.

I’m often refered as ‘It’, ‘The Thing’, ‘silhouette’, ‘Shadow being’, ‘Misanthrope’. It doesn’t matter to me. They all mean the same thing.

I exist for one reason, one reason with which I’ve never truly had a single grasp of. No… I don’t believe I’ll have any grasp of it any time soon. It doesn’t really matter to me. Nothing really matters to me.

Nonetheless, here I am. I do not harm others, nor do I help them. I truly don’t desire much of anything anymore. I have no emotions, no desires, no intentions… I am just here. I just am. We just are. This just is… Nothing more, nothing less.

I do not wish to find my soul purpose, nor do I wish to find ‘who’ or ‘what’ I truly am. I’m not dead, nor am I alive. The darkness is my life. It always has been, and always will be. I have no desire for anything other than to exist amongst the shadows. The shadows are not a safe place for you to be in. So please, don’t join me or keep me company. I wish not to be disturbed by any means, and neither do the others who reside with me. 

I might be indifferent when it comes to any interaction. However, the other beings who exist in the shadows have a completely different way of ‘handling’ any kind of interaction. They are not to be toyed with. 

Also, Just as a warning… (like it really matters) I am a being of the human race (unfortunately)… don’t mistake me for the ones who lurk around in the shadows… in your home, in your bed, around you, behind you… they are not human and you cannot be saved now… toy with them, and you will end up like me. If you end up like me, then you will no longer have a heartbeat. 

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