Tag: ghosts

  • I’ll Follow You Into the Dark 

    When the sun goes down  At the end of the day  The birds go silent and the fireflies appear  The bears came out to play  Roaring fires and brightly shining stars  Spirits come out to show their wild side  Booing, scaring, jumping, seething  Haunting is their source of pride  I will follow wherever you may…

  • Cemetery

    She always believed in the supernatural  Waited for the ghosts to come  The ones who only ate mackerel   When no one showed, she only felt glum  Never knowing where to turn  And never knowing who to trust  She dove deep into herself  Forever or bust 

  • Ghosts

    He never believed in ghosts  Which is a lie that he boasts  He was always one to scare  His heart being almost bare  Maybe he should move to one of the coasts 

  • Response

  • Pollution

    As I watched the car slowly creep down the darkened street, I had suspicions of who was driving. But as Tyler often upgraded his external devices on a regular basis, I couldn’t be sure. He was always the first one with a new car, the newest phone, the newest clothes. Everything. I never knew what…

  • The Schoolhouse

    “The school looks older than I remember.  And significantly smaller,” I whispered as my cousin and I peeked out from behind the shed.  We weren’t supposed to be here, which is exactly why we were. We were supposed to be tucked safely into our beds at our grandmother’s house just down the street.  “I don’t…

  • Home Alone

    “We’re not alone,” my sister whispered in the middle of the night.  She crawled into my bed like she had done most nights in the last week.  You would think, at ten years old, one little ghost story would not scare her as much as the Boogeyman. My father had grown up loving scary stories…

  • Nightmares

    I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t have nightmares. They came hurtling out of nowhere and could be triggered by a single smell. A single noise. A single touch. As much as I tried meditating, yoga, running, any and all forms of exercise, I couldn’t get rid of my nightmares. I tried exhausting myself…

  • The Ghost

    Growing up, I never believed in ghosts.  Until I did.  My downfall was the night I spent at Amelia’s house.  Sleepovers at Amelia’s were a regular occurrence and our favorite nighttime activity was telling scary stories.  Amelia’s family were staunch believers in the Bible and absolutely did not believe in ghosts.  Which led us to…

  • Ghosted

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  I didn’t know how much the ruins would change my life until I was already gone. I had been fascinated by the deafening silence ringing in my ears while I started at what was and what could have been. Who had lived here? Who had died here? What were their…