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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Zeal Zen Skelly

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Trippy as the stars.

Clear purpose and a meatball.

A zen meatball, yes.

Clear away the dust.

Open your fucking eyes man.

Your life is waiting.

Waiting for you to go on.

Follow the cosmos.

So reach for the stars with zeal.

Stay zen and weightless.

Life is amazing, it’s sick!

Don’t waste your life man.

Keep it zen like the skeleton men.

Peace

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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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Dream Journal- Oceans, Ducks, Roads, and uneven Infrastructures

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             When I entered a deep sleep I found myself upon a small dock which lead to the beach with pale colored sand and oddly translucent waters. Oddly enough, part of the ocean and area seemed to be squared off with glass on the left of me. To the left side of me I could see some distant white and terra-cotta buildings with some greenery. I went up to the water along the glass and found a familiar face. We’ll call him Greg. He was wading in the water and directed me to join him for a bit. The water was cool and relatively shallow. We stayed in the water together, and he spoke gently to me and was affectionate.

            Out of nowhere another girl, probably in her early teens, very childlike appeared with a yellow duck. Greg was annoyed at first because she was very noisy, but I didn’t mind it all that much. She never really came close to us, in fact we only saw her once before she ran off to a path that was lit up with tons of small hanging lights and small yellow ducks. Some of the ducks were real, and some of them were squishy toys. She ran off along this path which a appeared to be a small row of houses that was built partially on a pier and partially along the side of a hill. I followed her as to make sure she wasn’t going to get herself into trouble. She chased after the ducks and insisted that something good to was to be expected at the end of this path. Greg decided to stay behind and waited for us to come back. 

           All of a sudden we came across a few rolling hills which held part of a stone tower that was levitating off the ground. There were a couple of characters from A Nightmare Before Christmas standing on top and they asked us for our help. They needed people to build a foundation from the ground up to help reach the top of the tower. Tons of people were there with us. Men and women wearing business attire, and children wearing average clothing. The girl insisted that we stayed when I wanted to go, but I stayed for the hell of it, even though I knew it probably wouldn’t work.

              Time passes, and a wooden foundation was made and everybody was cramped together within this foundation. Piles upon piles of clutter were built to help reach the tower and it was nowhere close to reaching the top. Eventually I could hear others getting impatient and talking about how this has become a business disaster. I heard a few gentlemen complaining on how they were managers for a number of years and felt they deserved better. Slowly but surely, people started to leave. I yanked at the girl to come back with me, but she resisted me and had a pissy attitude. The duck that was with her was now a Dragonfly. Suddenly the young girl ran off towards the town on the pier and found that the ducks were replaced with TONS of Jack-o-lanterns. She started running around them and saw one that caused her to run off. 

           At first I panicked, then got angry, then just plain gave up. I finally reached back to Greg at the fenced off beach and he tried to convince me not to worry about it. At one point he became somewhat concerned, especially with the dragonfly buzzing about. We both started calling out for her and I run off. He follows not too long before me. Then I woke up. I thought that this was a pretty strange dream, and I have yet to really analyze it thoroughly. 

For those who are reading this; what do you think it means? Have you had any dreams similar to this one?

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Dead Silence

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I sing and sing and sing the dreaded song.

Infinitely singing sweetly the song of silence.

Rapidly spreading the sound of sweet misery and dread.

‘Tis music to the ears for some.

‘Tis sweet nothingness for mine.

I feel the sweet dread pulsing through my veins as each note leaves my lips.

Endless euphoric ecstasy ignited by the dread fills my brain with empty love. 

Death and dread are best friends.

I am the source of music to which they dance to with delight. 

I quiver at the mere thought of it.

I am the creator of silence, the creator of nothing; a delusion that doesn’t even exist.

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