My ears if they could, bleed from the but I’ll help her, now that she’s one of us.

Show her how euphoric it is, to feast on the scared souls of the living.

Suck in their nip at their necks.

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21 77

We pause, frozen in place.
There’s nothing but silence until it comes again – the wail that resonates all around us.

50 - wail

2 8

We listen for her midnight wail,
In dark of night,
At edge of light.
We listen and in silence quail.

Your 50th is:
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📸by Noé Leyva via artstation

10 13

They give you just a

Of love. Joy. Terror.

They feed on what's Fears residing within.

The Lords of Dream and are waiting.

And they want to hear you scream.

5 33

Our Lady of Nightmare,
Bring us Peace in these Unquiet times.
That we may silence Silence
And commence screaming
At the Witch's Hour.
That your visage may wake us
And succor us,
So that we may Live
Another day.

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6 12

Inhaling the salt,
Spitting it out in torrents.
A fortress of myths
Covets swirls of sanity.
I'm forced to be a mermaid.





8 23

Never wanted to be a but I had the knowledge of speaking to the dead.
So with my army of willing vagabonds, charged through the veiled to find the magical of undead in another galaxy—our only saviours.


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The flayed had stalked well into noctiflorous vanities, caressing mirrors like their lost faces would be coaxed into coming back. They burned lambent for a time, flooding timid, dying kisses with defensive seals. We watch them muse in beastly cloaks.

18 67

In darkened tunnels
Where light can't reach,
And deepest caverns
In lonely blindness,
The Crawler waits.
For those that stumble
Across its path,
A meal upon them makes.

Your 43rd prompt is: "crawler"

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📸by Brandon Ellis via artstation

7 12

For gods sake, mom!
I’m almost 16!
I demand to know who my father was!

Crying, she opened a box

She gave me a the Point Pleasant Register dated November 16, 1966

And a dark, old photograph

Confusion in my glowing red eyes, I read the article…

W40

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Between trips at platform 9
Heard a mournful, piercing wail.
A train with misty passengers inside,
Cruising down the double rails.
Clutch your heart as it rolls by,
Then it's gone, blink of an eye.

Week 31 is: ghost train
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📸Ray Waysider via artstation

8 20

I know every move you make,
a simple task.
How you ask?
Nail clippings and hair,
Something for which you care,
Sewn up in a voodoo doll,
I take it everywhere.
You never see the pins...

Your 20th week is: voodoo doll

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📸Lelyk777 via deviantart

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