Meet Doctor Montgomery
with medical science he knows best -
a figure that some worship
and others detest,
for in 1974 he was revelling in his prime,
studying Biological Science at Oxford university
life was smooth and incredibly sublime.
Alas, he fell as a ****** addict,
seeking hidden answers,
that not even modern science could predict,
performing back-street abortions
bringing in the money -
by 1976 addiction was in full swing
and his wife had noticed something funny
and upon the Eve of that Halloween
she'd just had enough -
took the axe from out back to his study
but the blade was blunt and the oak door too tough
however her efforts were in vain
as Charles immediately opened up to greet her -
"My love, look -" He whispered,
gesturing to his centrepiece glass table
whereupon sat
a linen covered cradle -
slowly she peered in,
ignoring his entranced stares -
and what she saw wrapped in blankets,
was the seed of nightmares.
For Charles Montgomery
had been practicing the work of witches;
collecting deceased babies,
and sewing life together with surgical stitches -
"Do you like it? I made it for you..."
She gazes around, speechless,
eyes blurry with stars -
shelves and cabinets full
of body parts preserved in jam jars
throwing up at his feet,
going mad with depravation -
"Oh Charles -
IT'S AN ABOMINATION!!!"
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Meet Doctor Montgomery
with medical science he knows best -
a figure that some worship
and others detest,
for in 1974 he was revelling in his prime,
studying Biological Science at Oxford university
life was smooth and incredibly sublime.
Alas, he fell as a ****** addict,
seeking hidden answers,
that not even modern science could predict,
performing back-street abortions
bringing in the money -
by 1976 addiction was in full swing
and his wife had noticed something funny
and upon the Eve of that Halloween
she'd just had enough -
took the axe from out back to his study
but the blade was blunt and the oak door too tough
however her efforts were in vain
as Charles immediately opened up to greet her -
"My love, look -" He whispered,
gesturing to his centrepiece glass table
whereupon sat
a linen covered cradle -
slowly she peered in,
ignoring his entranced stares -
and what she saw wrapped in blankets,
was the seed of nightmares.
For Charles Montgomery
had been practicing the work of witches;
collecting deceased babies,
and sewing life together with surgical stitches -
"Do you like it? I made it for you..."
She gazes around, speechless,
eyes blurry with stars -
shelves and cabinets full
of body parts preserved in jam jars
throwing up at his feet,
going mad with depravation -
"Oh Charles -
IT'S AN ABOMINATION!!!"
PS - I'm still halfway through editing this, not quite keen on the stanza that begins "And upon the Eve of that Halloween", but I can't seem to improve it!
Also, please be aware this is inspired by American Horror Story - ashamedly I admit it's not very original, but I wanted to practice writing something scary and in a story format
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