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Eliana Knight Mar 14
Amy was a prim and proper girl
And her first arrival to campus was such a whirl
Her roommate, Drusilla, was a weird girl who acted all crazy and tough
She would go crazy if you even looked at her stuff
Unfortunately for Amy, Drusilla also liked to have *** that was really rough
She would hook up with different shady guys, loudly moaning and screaming
One day Amy accidently turned on the light, which left Drusilla steaming
Six days later Drusilla was still really mad
So Amy would stay till late at the library with her study partner Chad
Usually Drusilla would be finished by the time Amy went back to the room
But tonight Drusilla was still at it, yelling like a maniac, so with a sense of annoyance & doom
Amy walked in, there was wrestling, the bed banged on the wall, but Amy didn’t turn on the light
She got into bed, put on earphones and listened to music all night
When she woke up the next day, it was to a gruesome sight
There was blood everywhere and Drusilla’s throat was cut, she was obviously dead
The scary part is the message on the wall written in blood, it filled Amy with dread
‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light’ it read!

Based On An Urban Legend
Based on an Urban Legend and the movie Urban LEgens
Eliana Knight Mar 10
Donna was a med student who excelled with the written work
But when it came to the field, with dead bodies she would shirk
Which made Regina smirk
Regina had two other friends there, Laura & Shawna
All three would bully other girls, especially Donna
One day Donna had to dissect an eye of a dead body & when she cut what looked like a thick string
The coagulated blood & the smell sent Donna puking
Everyone found it amusing
The professor warned the class to get use to the body oozing
While he continued with the lesson, Regina came up with a cruel plan
With the help of her friends, they snuck in after, cut off the arm of a dead man
And transported it out in a backpack
That night, the big man on campus, Jack
Threw a party in his dorm room
Donna decided to go, hoping to chase away her humiliating gloom
There was an array of alcohol, which Donna started to consume
Which she has never done before
When she started feeling dizzy & couldn’t take anymore
She went back to her room & when she got into bed
She felt something slimy & smelled bad, then she realized with dread
It was something dead
Seeing it was an arm, Donna lost her head
She started screaming intensely loud
Regina, Laura & Shawna were laughing & feeling proud
When the screaming stopped, Donna still didn’t come out of the room, which caused them alarm
When they opened her door, there was Donna maniacally, gnawing on the severed arm
To the dismay of her family, Donna was never the same
Rumor has it she now craves dead flesh & was declared insane
And that she was committed into Anglings Mental Asylum
Since the family moved, no one really knows what became of Donna Wylam.


Based On An Urban Legend
Only Based On An Urban Legend that i read about.
Eliana Knight Mar 10
In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment
They found a willing volunteer with merriment
They believe a human without any senses or ways to perceive stimuli
Like what would happen when you die
Except he will be alive
He would be able to perceive the presence of God & survive
They theorized that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity
And live in the mind sempiternity
There a human could actually establish contact with God by thought
The only one to volunteer was Scott
His wife passed away, he has no family, so he decided to give this a shot
To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation
Scott was heavily under sedation
When every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed
There was no going back, ever
Although Scott would retained full muscular function, his speech may be impaired
When he awoke he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel, & felt scared
He realized he was not, with the ramifications, fully prepared
But it was too late, its permanent, never to be repaired
With no possible way to communicate
All he could do was wait
With no sense the outside world, he was alone
He began to cry and moan
Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind
He spoke of flashing light, though he was blind
In jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear
He felt in a in closed in a tomb & spoke of fear
Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, they paid little attention to Scott’s concerns
The next few days, he’d lose consciousness & then mumble as he returns
On the fourth day, Scott was unknowingly lying on a bed
When he claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head
Then he heard a voice, it was Kimberly his wife & although she was dead
He cried out, that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him
And even more, he could communicate back to Kim
The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced
Until Scott started naming dead relatives of the scientists, that they could not dismiss
He repeated personal information that only their dead family member would have known
Some of the things he said freaked them out & sent a chill to the bone
So a sizable portion of scientists left the study
The only ones left were Ronan, Judie, Stefan and Buddy
A week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, Scott
became distressed
Saying the voices were overwhelming, making it hard for him to rest
In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by so many voices
They refuse to leave him alone, even with his wife he no longer rejoices
He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response
While the scientists were nonchalance
He begged the scientists for sedatives, pleading and weeping
So he could escape the voices by sleeping
It worked for 3 days, until he started having severe night terrors & woke up screaming
Scott repeatedly said that he could see & hear the deceased even when dreaming
Only a day later, Scott began to shout & claw at his non-functional eyes
hoping to sense something in the physical world, but the scientists did not empathize
The hysterical Scott now said the voices of the dead were deafening
Speaking of hell, the end of the world, their voices were strengthening
At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight
He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists decided to wait
They were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God
Seemingly mad, at his flesh he started to bite chunks & clawed
The scientists rushed into the test chamber & restrained him to a table
With the restraints, to hurt himself further or attempt to **** himself, he will be unable
For two weeks, Scott had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying
They were so close & couldn’t risk him dying
After another day, Scott could no longer form coherent sentences or even a word
It was all very blurred
After a few hours in restraints, Scott halted his struggling & screaming, he was silent
The scientists came closer to Scott since he was no longer violent
To check his vitals and if he wakes up what's the first thing he will say
But he was still silent, until the next day
He was staring at the ceiling as though someone watching the stars in space
Then teardrops silently streaked across his face
Eventually, he turned his head & despite his blindness, made eye contact
The scientists didn’t even know how to react
“I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” Scott said with his last breathe
Then his vital signs stopped, there was no apparent cause of death.


Based On An Urban Legend
Only Based On An Urban Legend
In Japan there was a girl named Hanna Mori
And this is her legend, her story
It was said that Hanna was the beauty of Japan
When a rich & well respected gentleman came for her hand
She was given in marriage though she was a young age
But Hanna has always felt like a pretty bird in a cage
Her husband was a samurai
He was emotionless guy
He wouldn’t even say or give her a kiss goodbye
Since he worked all day and sometimes all night
Hanna would sit in the balcony to bathe in the moons light
As the stars twinkled so bright
She wondered if she will ever be happy
Then chided herself for being sappy
A few months passed, the routine the same
Then one day, the new neighbours came
Introducing themselves & son, as soon as their eyes met, Hanna was aflame
This brought her great shame
Even though the boy was 17, only 4 years younger than her
She could not give in to the lust, though her heart did stir
When one day she received a love letter
Saying she deserved better
Foolishly she replied & it sparked the secret affair
At first she did resist
But could not do so after they first kissed
He would come over in the guise of working in the garden
Hanna knew if her husband found out, there will be no pardon
The punishment would be swift
But she thought it would be worth it for love is a gift
Then the day came, her husband came home due to a cancelled flight
And came home to the sight
Of his wife preparing herself for her lover
Hanna dove for cover
But after he bullied her into a confession, he dragged her naked to the neighbours house
There the lover was as quiet as a mouse
The parents brought him out & he said she forced him to do it
Hanna was crushed, it was a hard hit
As he went on about her being a ****** predator
This, from the boy she loved and couldn’t help but adore
Her husband dragged her back home & threw her on the bed
“You will pay for this, not now but for all eternity!” he said
But Hanna didn’t care
She is punished already with a broken heart she cannot bear
Her husband grabbed his samurai sword
Put it in her mouth & claimed it was her punishment & reward
He sliced her mouth open, on both sides, all the way up to her ears
He declared that she will forever be the thing that everyone fears
That she will forever in the shadow roam
Never finding her lover, peace or home
But lurk in the shadows for all of time
That is her punishment for her shameful crime
With no help she bled and died
And her husband later committed suicide
The legend goes that in shadows she must hide
She wears a surgical mask & approaches a lone stranger
The victim is drawn in by her beauty, unaware of danger
She asks “Am I pretty?”  And once they replied in a positive way
She takes off her mask, exposing her wounds & asked the same question of her prey
Anyone who no longer found her pretty, she will slay
So if a person approaches you with a mask, beware of what you say!


Based On An Urban Legend
Based On An Urban Legend
Six teenager girls were in a basement, having a sleepover night
All was dark expect for the girl telling a scary story with the flashlight
When it was Bridget’s turn
With a face grim and stern
Told the story of ****** Mary
The others became wary
As she told how Mary had an admirer, her best friend’s dad
She was very young and he had thoughts, fantasies that were bad
Over the years his lust for her had grown
He tried to take advantage one day when she was home alone
She heard ringing, so went to answer the phone
Mr Borne hit the back of her head; Mary fell & began to groan
When she saw his murderous sneer & though it gave Mary a fright
Mary tried her hardest to fight
When her parents got home it was to a horrific sight
She was found beside the full length mirror, her lifeless eyes staring into it
And from the inside was a large split
In her own blood, she had written the initial B
Her watched had stopped in the afternoon, at exactly three
They say her spirit is in all mirrors, forever trapped but can be mainly seen at night
If you say her name in a mirror, three times & with only one candle for light
Mary will be awaken
And your life will be taken
As long as her soul remains unhealed
Do the ritual and your fate will be sealed.
Later, after playing with each others hair
The girls decided to play truth or dare
Natalie chose dare with fear
And Sandra gave a mischievous sneer
Being mean, with Sandra was habitual
She dared Natalie to do the ****** Mary ritual
She had to do it or be called chicken
Into the bathroom, her heart starts to quicken
She lights the candle, as the others close the door
Her feet are cold from the tile floor
The candle flickers as she breathes in deep
Beginning to silently weep
She called Mary's name into the mirror, three times
All Natalie could hear was the outside chimes
Then her candle blew out
And Natalie gave a desperate shout
The other girls just started laughing, locking her in
Natalie stopped shouting, feeling a chill all over her skin
She looked into the mirror; there was a girl with a sinister grin
Blood was dripping down the walls, the bathtub filling up with it too
Natalie’s worst fears grew
As the girl came out of the mirror & on to the counter top
Natalie begged her to stop
But Mary was burning with violence
She walked up to her and then there was silence
When the others opened the door it was to a grisly scene
Natalie’s face was so distorted, like nothing anyone has ever seen
Horribly scared, especially the girls, was everyone involved
It will remain forever a case unsolved!

Based On An Urban Legend
Its Based On An Urban Legend
Once there was a kind widowed old lady
Her name was Claire O’Grady
She is the eldest person in the community
And if possible, helps others at every opportunity
One day while she finished shopping, it was a bit too much for her to carry
The only one to volunteer was the bag boy Barry
So they both walked to her home, which was six blocks away
It was the beginning of May
So it was a warm, lovely blue sky day
Just when Barry was struggling, thinking another step he wouldn’t survive
To the house they finally arrive
She offered him a drink
Barry was grateful, so she went to the kitchen sink
There were peanuts in a bowel, he ate some, they were so tasty he ate some more
When Mrs O’Grady walked through the door
She smiled & offered some more peanuts in a jar
When she went to the cabinet there were a collection of them, it was bizarre
Barry loved peanuts & asked if she was sure she wouldn’t mind
She said take a jar, its was completely fine
That she couldn’t eat them because the peanuts her teeth couldn’t grind
Barry was confused & asked why she has kept so many then?
Mrs. O’Grady didn’t hear it, so loudly Barry asked again
It would change his life what he was about to discover
As Mrs. O’Grady said “Oh, they use to be chocolate covered”
Poor Barry went into a state of shock & never fully recovered.


Based On An Urban Legend
Based On An Urban Legend
Sara was the designated babysitter in the neighbourhood
She was booked solid for two months, she was that good
All the parents loved her because she was a sweet girl, saving up for college
She would study and read, soaking up all knowledge
This helped with the difficult children, like the Milton’s twin sons
They were hellions who would run around shooting off their, pretend, guns
Sara was asked to babysit them Saturday night
It’s a huge mansion, with glass walls & always gives Sara a fright
But they always gave her quite a bit of extra money
That night she gave the boys a treat, two cookies with oats & honey
With the boys in bed she decided to watch a movie, when she heard a bang
When she went to check it out, the phone rang
“Have you checked on the children?” this creepy, deep voice said
She checked on the boys, they were fine sleeping in their bed
So Sara went to check all the doors and windows, making sure they were locked
Then as she sat back down, on the front door someone knocked
Sara, with caution, looked through the peephole
There was no one, not a soul
A little spooked, she decided to get a book and quietly read
The phone rang and again the deep, creepy voice asked the question, filling Sara with dread
“This isn’t funny, who are you?” she pled
But the line went dead
She checked on the boys once more, they were sound asleep
She figured it was just some immature creep
The phone went off, with the same question
She texted a friend, she wrote back to ring the police for a trace, it was a good suggestion
Sara phoned the police and asked them if they could please trace the call
The guy phoned, asking the same question with a drawl
She was waiting for the police to respond, when she heard a noise on the second floor
Sara became scared to her very core
When the phone went off, she picked it up & the officer told her with urgency
That the calls were from inside the house, Sara tried to ring the Milton’s number for an emergency
But they didn’t pick up and then all of a sudden everything went black
When the Milton’s finally came back
The boys were fine, but no sign of Sara, so they searched the entire house
In the east guest room, strangled, bruised and dead, she was found by Mr. Milton’s spouse
Behave and check the children if you dare
So ends this tragic tale



Based On An Urban Legend
Just an Urban Legend based of the story of The Babysitter
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© poormansdreams
When I was small I always thought I'd be turned into a swan by my evil stepfather. But, I've warmed to the proud honkers in my old age.
I blinked, but beheld it,
the marching of warships,
the broken caskets
at the feet where bishops
of Brixen worshipped,
and the agonizing steps to the castle
-- a spiritual climb --
gifts and prayers in each one's pocket,
(you've got yours, I've got mine).

And there it was opening in the sky:
a woman, in between cycles,
clothed with the sun;
her groom carries her up those steps,
they ring the bell,
and make a wish
for their love to flow against
the current like sea flowers
in the spring.

I blinked, but beheld it,
there was smoke,
there was wind,
there was nothing
but the warm scent of potica,
and pletna aplenty,
their upright oarsmen rowing
through the bloodstream.

They row for the stillborn
who never see the sun.

But there is freewill, and there is sin.

Our kingdom rise.
Our kingdom fall.

Forgive us first, Father,
(our blood shall feed the earth).
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2024
~
Hand and needle,
weapons of mass protection.
Mending day called solace,
bitterness in every stitch.
When all guides disappear
the hand begins to tremble,
that is the material point.
Listen to the water,
the sea is full of memories.
It knows everything,
it feels nothing.

A rage is building.
The sails unfurl,
the wind follows.
A hundred years of
traversing the deep
on a ship full of opiates
and other distant mermaids.
This blood vessel,
cresting the heart of the wave,
you will never completely cross
this body of water
until you learn to trust
the hands that hold back
death and it's squall.

Even now they drop anchor, singing
into the starry sky:

"Gather ye fishermen's wives
As thy men roll out to sea
Pray one and all
Thy sails hold strong this day..."

~
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