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Julia Jun 2014
I hear the wood creaking
under his steps
His heavy breath
Echoes in the
     long, empty hallway
His whistling
It gets louder
     the pitch gets higher
as he comes closer
The tune
I realize I've heard it before
I've seen him before
A friend.
His eyes, they're always so
happy
Now, the spark is
gone
insanity
madness
It has to be
My heart beats faster
racing
like never before
It's about to jump
I swear he can hear it
The steps
they're closer
so close
Silence.
He's standing at the door,
I know it.
I shiver in hiding
and hear my shallow breath echo
in the darkness
in which I hide
Silence.
he's waiting.
The **** slowly turns
and he creaks the door
open
slowly
Light streams into the room
all I see is
the light
it gets wider, the light
no whistling
no steps
just heavy breathing
and my heart beating
he takes a step

Goodbye.
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
He lives in the corners of her brains.
Eats away what she doesn't want to know, what he won't let her know
He lives in the corners of her lungs.
Eats away what toxins that are left from the freshness of the air she absorbs, what he wont let her absorb.
He lives in the corners of her soul.
Eats away the cravings and past damages of her life, what he doesn't want her to feel.
Simon is;
What Mary Thinks
What Mary Absorbs
What Mary Feels
My writing based off the movie Session 9. Found on Netflix, only the best psychological thriller I've seen in 2012.

This is a piece, that I wrote being completely astonished sitting in front of the TV after this movie ended.
Raphael Uzor Mar 2014
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years

And grisly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller*


© Michael Jackson
Michael Jackson's Thriller remains one of my favorite music videos of all time.

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