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Earth Angel
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0 posted 2003-10-29 09:18 AM



On Haunted Hill, this damp and dreary nite,
as the pale moon slipped between dark swirling clouds,
spectral shadows played across ancient tombstones.

Legends told, that in days of old,
the wretched dead rose up from the bowels of hell
to suck the souls of the pure and innocent.

'Twas such a nite, for the moon was full
and the evil incarnates were restless.

Three youths from the nearby village, seeking a thrill,
headed for the cemetary on the summit of Haunted Hill.

As they pushed open the rusty, wrought iron gates,
the grating sound churned their stomachs and sent shivers along their spines.
Hairs stood on end and goosebumps rose upon their flesh.

A thick and undulating mist unexpectantly appeared and wrapped about their trembling legs.
As they stood transfixed with eyes wide open and mouths agape,
gutteral utterances closed in on them--louder, and louder.

Unearthly sounds of howling and yowling, wailing and whining,
reverberated thru' this menacing home of the dead.

Rising fear silenced their quivering lips and rapid
shallow breaths produced icy plumes in this chilling October nite air.

As the clouds parted, they were bathed in the silver light of the moon

--and the three had become two...

Their comrade had simply vanished into thin air
--without a trace!

A sudden surge of adrenaline enabled the mortified boys to break free from their galvanized state and they dashed for the foreboding mausoleum.
Tripping and falling over markers buried under a blanket of dead leaves, they eventually reached their destination.

They huddled in the back corner of the damp and dank crypt and sank to the floor with wide eyes intent on the entrance.

The air was thick and stale and left them gasping with no reprieve.
An eerie stillness enveloped them as the moon slipped out of sight.

The silence was soon broken by a distant drone and they clung to each other in desperation.
The incessant buzzing became increasingly louder.
Trembling hands were put to ears to drown out the deafening roar.
Flailing arms began to thrash about in the vain attempt to strike out at the phantom hordes of flies.

The clouds soon parted and moonlight streamed into the mausoleum

--and the two had become one...

Filled with unimaginable horror, the remaining boy began shaking violently.
There, in the opening of the tomb, were the silhouettes of monstrous spectral beings.

As they gathered and advanced to the back of the crypt,
a primal cry began to build within his small body.
A blood-curdling scream soon broke free and pierced the dead of night.

The mortified boy clutched his chest as his strickened heart rendered its last beat

--and then there were none...

On Haunted Hill, this damp and dreary nite,
as the pale moon slipped between dark, swirling clouds,
spectral shadows played across ancient tombstones.

Legends told, that in days of old,
the wretched dead rose up from the bowels of hell
to suck the souls of the pure and innocent.


© Copyright 2003 Linda L. Dowd - All Rights Reserved
Goldenrose
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1 posted 2003-10-29 10:23 AM


Very good writing....and scary too....you could feel the tension in the words ..thank you for sharing it with us....

Goldenrose.

''Each soul is potentialy divine..the goal is to manifest that divinity''

littlewing
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2 posted 2003-10-29 10:27 AM


This was awesome Linda!
miss sitting round that campfire when I was little . . .
thank you for this
Stephen King is proud of you
*smile*

xxoo

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3 posted 2003-10-29 10:32 AM


Earth Angel,
Excellent write, but then again you ae an angel.

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4 posted 2003-10-29 01:52 PM


This is a great piece of poetry
the_loner_23
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5 posted 2003-10-29 02:08 PM


Dern it I wish I could write like this. LOL Mine sound like stuff out of a childrens book. LOL Wonderful poem.

Cold hands means a warm heart

Earth Angel
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6 posted 2003-10-29 02:33 PM


Goldenrose ~

Thank you for the generous reply, Dear Rose of Gold!

HHH
Linda

Earth Angel
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7 posted 2003-10-29 02:36 PM


littlewing ~

I have wonder-ful memories of doing the same thing! ~ sitting around the campfire telling ghost stories with my front warmed by the flames of the fire and my back shivering, cold--and unprotected!

That SK comment made me smile. Yer so sweet!

HHH
Linda


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8 posted 2003-10-29 02:36 PM


Mr. T. ~

Thank you, Sweetums!

HHH
Linda

Earth Angel
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9 posted 2003-10-29 02:38 PM


Happy Poet ~

Your name makes me smile and feel happy!

Thank you for your kind reply, Dear Poet of Happiness!

HHH
Linda

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10 posted 2003-10-29 02:41 PM


Loner ~

Julie, darlin'! You crack me up! You are adorable, did you know that?!?

That was kind of you to say so, but, Dear One, I have had the privilege of reading some of your spooky stories and I couldn't wait for the next installments! You know how to keep the interest and the suspense up!

You know that I enjoy your writing ~ and I am please that you enjoy mine!

HHH
Linda

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11 posted 2003-10-29 11:19 PM






(big hugggsssssssss) Oh Linda, this was wonderful but made me cry at the end because I don't like endings like that! (shows puppy face) Hehehe, guess I can't even fit my angel arms through the dark sleeves, hehehe, this is wonderful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Linda, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth
I can see the sun set and I perceive

***Live***

ecrivan
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12 posted 2003-10-29 11:40 PM


wonderful write you've got here, enjoyed


Earth Angel
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13 posted 2003-10-30 12:37 PM


Noah ~

I don't like sad endings either! So, I'm changing it here just for you!

The boy didn't really die! He just faked it so that the boogey men would leave him alone ~ and they did! The End

HHH
Linda

Earth Angel
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14 posted 2003-10-30 12:39 PM


Ecrivan ~

I thank you for saying so!

HHH
Linda

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