GHOSTS, GHOULS AND SUNDRY HORRORS

In darksome wood Where her house stood An evil air pervades, Her presence lurks Within the murk And haunts the forest glades. Though long since dead Abiding dread

Beneath her tombstone, silent, still My mistress waits with time to kill, For with the night shall come rebirth Her corpse will rise from 'neath the earth. As she returns from Hades' door

In a churchyard down a darkened lane A voice cries out in fear and pain. A body falls by an empty crypt A life from which the life's been ripped. A shadow flits through the churchyard gate,

The castle stands upon its hill Draped it seems in a cloak of ill, What evil lurks within its walls? What horror stalks its darkened halls? Who knows what terror there awaits

How is it that a building Of plaster, wood and stone, Can fill the air around it With malice all its own. How is it that a structure Of brick and glass and slate, Can have a brooding presence

A lightning flash Lights up the sky, It leaves its image on my eye. A thunder crash Adds to my fear, It leaves its echo in my ear. A chilling wind Around me moans,

She comes each night unto my bed An ethereal shade, Once my lover, long years dead The girl whom I betrayed. She fell straightway beneath my spell She gave to me her heart,

This house it has a cellar Musty, foul and damp, The dreadful things that happened here Have left their own dark stamp.

No matter how hard I tried, I COULDN’T SCREAM! The witch had grasped me from behind, one hand on my stomach, the other hand not around my throat but on my shoulder; it was sheer indescribable terror that had paralysed my vocal chords and robbed me of my voice. And how I needed that voice!