house of wuthering heights

fog filters in like crimson peak

paranormal disguised by conjuring

so many deaths here

ominous signs to not come near

yet they do

foolish in ways

I did the same thing

satan passages them through

I’m bound here by my soul

no escaping it

if I may I warn you to not cross the welcome mat

for once you enter

no one can leave...

Veiled by fogged curtains,

These wooden walls aren’t lonely.

They’ve found solace here,

Accompanied by the green,

And the spirits of folklore....

Awake now I rub my eyes open. Looking out the window, fog surrounded the cabin I stayed in. Whether or not it was night or day is a different question. All I know now is that I feel well-rested, but, hungry.

I go to the fridge, opening it, the light forced my eyes open. Butter, jam and I had bread in the cupboard. Jam sandwich it is. My brain felt foggy, as though the outside mirrored me in some...

She couldn’t remember a time before her exile to Ironwood. Time had ceased to mean anything here. The solitude was at times too much to bear. It was during those times that she was tempted to use the magic that had brought her to this fate.

She longed to see her children one more time; to see HIM one more time. But it could not be. The world believed her dead. After all, she had been put to the ...

I didn’t know what to write next. I had no ideas.

I sat there for what must have been hours. The candle had left a mountain of dried wax at its base, was barely an inch left.

There came a knock at the door. I ignored it at first, still thinking about what I was going to write, but it was insistent, wanting to get in but unable to because I had blocked the door with the brick.

‘Hello? Is anyone ...

Someone told me that the house was hungry when I was little.

Little dead things lived up in the attic room and would know if I I tried to get inside.

In two years I had never thought about going into that house, until my dog pulled away from me when I was walking her. I thought she would come back if I was persistent enough, I was wrong, no matter how many times I called her name she wouldn’t come...

They told me to go to

The cabin in the woods

They said it would be fun in

The cabin in the woods

And I couldn’t leave because they were In my head

I wanted a chance to fit in

I needed a chance to be brave

So I went into

The cabin in the woods

1 hour...2 hours

10 hours...10 years

100 years

And I still haven’t left

The cabin in the woods

So if you see me

Run and hide

For I am not the same

I was ...

It was quiet. And dark.

I was exhausted. Just so -

- tired.

Staring out the window, looking at the trees, hidden in the mist. Only silhouettes of naked arms in a dark, empty forest.

My eyes were burning. But I kept on looking.

I had to.

Although, there was nothing to see.

No one but me. Only trees for miles and the mist that made my skin feel like tiny bugs were walking on me.

I yawned. ...

I was thinking of work as I took Johnson for a walk through the woods. As we neared the edge I could make him out stopped at the edge barking, shufflingon his feet but careful not to proceed. It was like he was hoping some threat would go awayso he could proceed. Probably another dog. Or maybe a sheep had wondered over from the other field.

On nearing him I could see that he was barking towards a ...

Dark-

Damaged

Abandoned

Reckless

Kooky

Dark-

...