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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Weekly Funnies- More slightly inappropriate humor

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Viewer discretion is advised! You want more slightly inappropriate humor, you got it! Lets dig in.

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Alright, this nonsense needs to stop right now! Period!

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Jesus christ Suzie! This thing is a fucking death trap! I’ll never use my computer again.

*cough* that’s the point *cough*

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Get it, ‘sticking up’ for me?? Hahaha….

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Uhhh no thanks… I’m turning around.

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I feel you mushroom, I feel you… *snickers*

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Welp… oops…

I hope that you enjoyed the ‘slightly’ inappropriate funnies. XD

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These Halls

nFKjLkO “Aw mom! Do we really have to go to bed?” the small innocent voice of my daughter whined. Even at 5 years of age she loved to stay up late.

“Can you tell us just one more ghost story? Halloween is tomorrow!” older brother, age 10 chimed in. 

“Haven’t you two heard enough scary stories tonight?” I said in a playful, yet somewhat serious tone. “I don’t want you to have nightmares tonight.”

“But mom, we love your stories.” youngin’ from the middle, age 8 spoke up. “Your stories are the best stories in the whole entire world!” 

All three chimed in and said,”Pleeeeaaasssseeee???” Goodness gracious… it was hard for me to say no. I love my children to death, and I would do anything for them.

“Okay, how about I make a deal with you guys. Since tomorrow is Halloween, after you are done with trick or treating and carving pumpkins, how about we have a special scary story night?”

The eldest tilted his head and asked,”Special scary story night?” 

“Yes! I have one whopper of a story to share, and the best part is, it’s a TRUE story!”

All jaws dropped, followed with Ooos and Ahhs. “Really mom?? A TRUE story??” my littlest one asked.

“YUP! That’s right. It’s my scariest story yet. We can make popcorn, bake pumpkin seeds, eat trick or treat candy, and get set up in the living room! And… we can stay up as late.”

“Later than 8?” Middle child asked.

“Yes, later than 8 and later than 9.” As soon as I said that, they all started to giggle and jump up and down on the bed in me and my husband’s room. It looks like the staying up late part did the trick. I rarely ever let my kids stay up, nor do I let them sleep in unless if it’s on the weekends; even then its no later than 9 am.

“Ok, ok, alright guys. But, here’s the catch. If you go to bed asap, then we will make this a priority! Do we have a deal?” I stuck my hand out in a handshake gesture.

They hesitated at first, but then all three of them grabbed my hand at once and shook it as hard as their little arms could. “Deal!” 

“Group hug!!” All of us squished together in one big group hug. Dad comes waltzing in and taps the open bedroom door lightly. “Hey Daddy! Wanna join the group hug?” 

“Hey why not! Grrrrraaawwwrrrrrggggg!!” We plopped onto the bed and joined in on the hug. We were a very tight knit family, and my husband, John was a wonderful husband and an even better Dad. “Alright guys, you heard Mom, time for bed.”

“Okkkaaayyyy.” They all chimed in once again and ran back to their colorfully lit rooms. “Good night Mom! Good night Dad!” and just like that, lights were out, and they were out. 

“Ahh so I take it you could hear my latest proposition I made to them.” John crawled towards me, sat right next to me, kissed me, and put his arm around me. 

“Indeed I did.” I kissed his cheek as we cuddled with one another. “You weren’t going to tell the kids about THAT story, were you?” John’s serious tone concerned me just a bit.

“Yes, I was. I think it’s time that they knew.” I looked up at John, giving him an assuring look. I felt a knot developing in the pit of my stomach. 

“I’m not sure if it’s the best idea, but if it feels right to you honey, then go ahead and tell them.” John kissed me on the forehead. “How deep into detail are you going to go?”

“Not too much detail. Just the ‘juicy’ stuff I suppose. Like for example, how I got some of the scars on my face and hands.” I smiled. John laughed at this response. “I promise that it won’t go any farther than that.”

“Okay honey. I just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with this.” 

“I am! What could possibly go wrong by telling the kids a good ghost story from the past?” As soon as I said that, the knot in my stomach continued to grow tighter. I felt a sense of regret and terror trickling up my spine. They need to know the truth eventually. I can save the more gruesome details for another time… yes, perhaps when they are older… tomorrow is going to be interesting.

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