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The Specter Ellipse

A Story From Horrorville- The Specter Ellipse

The day was strong as the sun beat down.
I was working the fields so I could sell to the town.
When suddenly without a warning,
was heard a sound like unto mourning.
Footsteps echoed down the halls of my home.
So I ran inside to see what was unknown.
Past kitchens I ran, past baths and man coves.
Then I arrived at the room from which was uttered that scream.
But my eyes revealed nothing that could be seen.
I thought for a moment, then blinked my eyes.
Hoping I had gone temporarily blind.
But once again it was reaffirmed.
That nothing was there that could be seen or heard.
So I resumed my work as I harvested my food.
And hours later I was convinced I knew.
That what I heard was nothing concerning.
Because the house was old and disconcerting.
I had inherited this property from my uncle.
Who had a maid named Elizabeth Krunkle.
But she had died from a heart attack,
as did my uncle shortly after that.
What happened in the mansion,
no one really knows.
There are rumors of haunting though.
But I never bought into the gossip around town.
For I was too busy trying to not drown.
In the debt my uncle had left when he gambled and wouldn’t back down.
So that very night as I lay there sleeping.
I heard a voice that sounded like singing.
So I arose and searched for the tune.
And by the light of the moon,
I saw something move.
It was tall, perhaps six feet high.
It wore a white gown
and had piercing Jade eyes.
It looked like a woman roaming my halls.
I clenched my fists, my senses enthralled.
“Hello.” My voice echoed across carpet and door.
“Who’s there?” I questioned as I heard a faint roar.
Something was wrong, ever so wrong.
This house was alive with ghostly song.
I knew not what to do,
as the intensity of the situation grew.
So slowly I retreated to my bed.
Hoping by the morning to not be dead.
When daylight chased the darkness away.
I rose from my terror to welcome the day.
The following evening, the events were the same.
As to make me think that my brain was insane.
And so it was, night after night.
So much I thought I would die of fright.
However after weeks of endless torment.
The spirits ceased and the house became dormant.
Finally, I began to rest.
And as life went on, I hoped for the best.
Sometimes people ask me my story.
And I tell them “Sorry, I find it quite boring.”
For I still do not believe that the spirits can talk.
But I do know one thing, they like to take walks.
My uncle had died, and so had his maid.
On the grounds of this mansion, their corpses decay.
I know their issues were unresolved.
Which is why their spirits still walk the mansion halls.

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The Specter Eclipse

A Story From Horrorville- The Specter Eclipse

Once, I laid asleep one night
Dreaming of
When men would take flight
When suddenly
A noise of fright
Awoke me too
A dreadful sight
In front of me, stood there a maid
A maid with mangled hair in a matted braid
A maid whose eyes were colored Jade
And whose crimson red lips were made
For me to touch and to kiss
For you see, she was a friend I sorely did miss
She had been my servant
For two loyal years
But in recent times
To past came my fears
She died of a sickness called stress
If I’d only known, I would have given her a rest
But out of plans and schedules and terrible timing
I ran her rampant
And had set her a climbing
A staircase to death
A ladder of doom
A pathway which
Only plants in ones soul gloom
So there I was, alone in the twilight
Wondering if, I’d make it to daylight
When suddenly she spoke
And I shivered and choked
Until her fingers pressed my lips
“I don’t have much time, before the Specter Eclipse.
So listen well and listen hard,
for my words are on guard.
There is a phantom,
coming your way.
She’ll stop at nothing,
to plant in your heart dismay.”
Then vanished she from vision
Leaving me with a decision
Should I run like hell?
Or should I stay, think and dwell?
Upon the fact that a dead young lady
Visited me with her features all shady
She said there was a threat
But should I trust a silhouette?
How do I know?
That she was real?
Should I stay or go?
This all seems surreal
Her spirit seemed genteel
But her body seemed strong as steel
I don’t know the answer
These new questions and thoughts are like a cancer
But then it struck me, when I thought of these things
That she was the phantom
And a warning she did bring
So that I could escape
Her vicious rape
For the curse of the Specter Eclipse
Would cause her to slay
Those who had stripped
Her sanity away
Until all she could say
Was, “Run away!”

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This Too

A Story From Horrorville- This Too

“I’m a rich man!”
I told my maid.
“My life is great!
My health okay.
I live my life,
from day to day.
And even when,
I have it all.
I am reminded
I’m a lonely soul.”
Here I paused and she looked at me.
She wanted to speak, that I could see.
But the words on her tongue weighed heavily.
She was nervous, apparently.
When she spoke, my mind awoke to a new reality.
“My sir,” she said to me.
“I know that life can often be a misery.
But just wait and see what shall and shan’t last.
As my grandmother said, this too shall pass.”
Then she took her time, and poured my tea.
And just then, I could finally see.
Life isn’t about the things you can have.
Life is about the man you can be.