This is a scary poem. |
I found something I love the most. Well, or though I thought. It was nice at first,then it showed me her home. Then, through a secret door I couldn't get out. It hurt my feelings and made me suffer. I had nothing to live for. The thing was demonic,I should say.It was not at all good. It was red and black, and covered in someone's blood. I look around and see noone. I look down and.... it's me. Iv'e been dead for i don't no how long.I haven't had this memory in a while, and it still haunts me to this day. I wonder if it is watching me now. I just wonder. I tried to not think about it,but it keeps coming back for some reason. Maybe it doesn't want to leave untill I'm ...... dead? Maybe i'm cursed? All I know it was screaming it's name at me and cackling like an evil witch. Maybe it's the demon inside of her. She haunts me only at night in my dreams. Maybe she will tonight.I hope she doesn't. She scares half to death. And whenI wake after seeing her in a dream, it feels like she's been beating on my lungs. It gets hard to breathe, my chest hurts with every breath I take. I want her to........ go away........ forever.I may even kill her in a dream. She is horrifying, awful looking and mean. Maybe she's the ghost that haunts me. Her name is Madison Linger. That is the only name I could think of, when I thought of that dream.... of her. Sometimes, I can see her watching me at school. Staring at me with her pitch black eyes. I see her at home in my hallway and in the kitchen with a knife wating for me to move or come closer. I hate her. Madison Linger |