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 Aug 2016
Keith Edward Baucum
He was driving down ******* Boulevard
He had killers in the car
He drove with a blank stare as the killers put their clips in their pistols
His soul was the color red stained with blood from all the murders he had ordered and committed
The car came to a stop
He pointed at a white house.

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Drugs, *******,
 Jul 2016
Keith Edward Baucum
"Hello this is the Plum Wood Police Department.  How may I help you?"

"I'm calling because there is a dead woman in the woods by highway 77.  She has no face or eyes."

"Who am I'm speaking with?"

"This is the killer.  I cut off her face and removed her eyes and took them with me.  That way I can always look her in the face.  **** the world everybody killer."

"Sir can you tell me why you did this?  **** he ended his call."

Plum Wood was a small city with a low crime rate.  When officer Daniel received a call from a killer telling him there was a dead woman in the woods by highway 77 it was surprising.  Officer Daniel placed the phone back on receiver and took a deep breath.
He slowly exhaled and then called all aviable officers and Detective Thomas.
"Hello Detective Thomas this is officer Daniel.  I just got a call from a man telling me there was a dead body in the woods by highway 77.  He said he was the killer and that he cut off her face and removed her eyes and took them with him.  That way he can always look her in the face.  I tried to get his name and to tell me why he did this but he ended his call.  I think he was using a cellphone."

Written by Keith Edward Baucum
Horror, scary,
 Jun 2016
Stephan
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There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
Lurking in the underbrush
and thorny mass decay

Drooling on the pathway
when the blood begins to seep
Eating pieces of your heart,
the fears they long to reap

Carving out a warning
in the dark archaic stone
Arches built of victims,
weathered vestibules of bone

Gathered neath the shadows
falling bleak the universe
Twisted, barely visible
the message fills the curse

Dare not seek what leads the eyes,
upon this sanctuary tread
None shall live to hear the cries,
echoes fall among the dead
Follow forth illumined way
truth to be your wandered path
Lead with kindness on display
or face the wicked aftermath


There behind the thicket
where the beasties come to play
It’s best this evening to beware
and look the other way
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