Writing Prompt

crying

a child

comes

to me

“monsters

in the

dark”

they say

and so

i walk

through

darkness

leading

the way

small hand

in mine

i wonder

why

the dark is

so scary

without

the dark

we don’t

see stars

without

the dark

we don’t

find light

the lack

of everything

makes it all

mean nothing

i am

nobody

and

nothing

within its

cold

embrace,

we all are...

Ancient ruins are always thought to be haunted. Many think that the ghosts are going to come back and haunt them.

But everyone has it wrong.

The ghosts don’t come back to haunt us. They come back to share there stories. Unfortunately for us, there are often quite gruesome. Ok, sometimes a lot gruesome.

But they want us to learn where they went wrong. Ghost just tend to be very pushy when they want...

The winding road is overgrown and the moonlight shines down on you as you walk up to the forgotten, rotting house in the middle of the woods. The rain patters lightly on your cheek, preparing for a downpour, and you hear distant thunder and see lightning in the dark, nearly black, clouds approaching. To find shelter from the storm, you walk up the steps of the house and they creak under each step ...

There’s this hospital no one knows existed, some say that it’s haunted by a doctor who had died in the fire that left many without their love one and some say that the remains of the victims are still there.

Though it’s hard to believe the stories that were told over the internet, so I’m going to be the one to put an end to it and see if I can find out the truth behind the hospital fires and to s...

Jagged spikes hang down

Darkness engulfs everything

Cavern of darkness...

"First date at a cemetery? Yeah, I'm going to pass," I say, glaring at him and shaking my head. "I can't believe you brought me here. I don't mess with ghosts. If you were broke, you should have just said that." I turn my back to him and walk away.

"This isn't like any place you've ever been to." His voice softens into a plea. His hand touches my shoulder. "Give it sixty seconds. If you hate it,...

Jagged spikes hang down

Darkness engulfs everything

Cavern of darkness...

Fingers of mine held the thin stick,

Tipped with anticipating phosphorus

The match was molded to burn

a spark, setting motion a fire that yerns

With friction, the green powder tingles

I flick and scratch the wood against the black grated rings

It crosses the cardboard, etching moss-like skin on the box

Instantly, a candles tip spawns from the ethereal maw

My fingers sear under the top, scooting ...

A haunted picture of several students with the witch in the background. Kids lined up to face their doom. The room is cold like the woman’s heart. And one mistake can lead you here. She is always watching. Even when you think your alone. And right now, she’s inside her lair. The colors are mostly black. The only splash of colors are the blood of her victims. The red door. A trophy sits in a dusty ...

Cold, rigid, sterile

Skin crawling and rapid breaths

Labs, blood, mask, darkness...