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Cemetary

The dead are restless Behind the steel grey gates Left too long Neglected and alone They turn in their graves Finding no comfort or sleep And when they dream It is dark, it is cold It is deep Their ghosts … Continue reading

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Fairy Tale (Horror Flash Fiction)

Once upon a time there was a wicked magician who became obsessed with a young local girl. She was unimpressed with his tricks and fancies and loved another simple boy, and the wicked magician was furious. He determined if he … Continue reading

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Dark Water

I knew a magician once. Not the kind that performs sleight of hand on stage, or hypnotises the gullible. The real thing, a magician who practised ritual and who believed, to his essential core, in the ultimate strangeness of the … Continue reading

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Pieces of Me

Pieces of me Take such pieces of me Blood from my veins Flesh from my limbs Hair from my scalp Take it all now Ghostly hands will have Their due Pieces of me Consume such pieces of me All that … Continue reading

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The Hanged Girl – Eleven

  Looking back, Lisa might have cause to consider this night – the ‘Twin Peaks’ night – as a kind of turning point, or even harbinger of the future. She might scavenge in her memory of the night, every word … Continue reading

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The Hanged Girl – Four

‘I like your raven hair,’ the blonde girl said to Mandy, her voice very sweet but with the threat of something else beneath it. They were in the school cafeteria, and it was the beginning of Mandy’s second week at … Continue reading

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The Hanged Girl – Three

‘Sheesh!’ Susan exclaimed ,almost spilling her coffee, ‘I didn’t realise you’d move into that street, and so close to that house!’ It was Saturday morning, the first weekend after her first week on the new job, and Lisa finally had … Continue reading

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