Detective

The hunt was on, the detective’s quest,

To find a killer, put him to the test.

A string of crimes, a trail of tears,

A city in horror, with people in fears.

He searched for clues, he pieced them all,

The bloodstained fingerprints, the shattered glass walls.

The victim’s stories, their final pleas,

Each piece of evidence, leading him to the keys.

As he delved deeper, he uncovered the truth,

A lair of horrors, hidden from the proof.

The walls were adorned with victims’ pain,

The detective shuddered, as he stood in the rain.

The killer was caught, brought to his knees,

The evidence stacked, to lock him away with ease.

The city could breathe, their terror now gone,

The detective had solved it, with evidence strong.

The hunt was over, the case was closed,

A city in relief, as the horror exposed.

The detective went home, to rest and unwind,

His work complete, with a satisfied mind.

Rumor

It starts with a whisper, a secret untold,

A rumor that spreads, as it takes its hold.

It spreads like a fire, in the wind it flies,

A monster of words, that never dies.

It jumps from mouth to mouth, like a game of tag,

With each new retelling, its power it adds.

It grows stronger, more vicious, more cruel,

The horror of finding out, it’s about you.

It creeps up on you, like a thief in the night,

Stealing your peace, with a shocking insight.

It cuts like a knife, a wound that won’t heal,

The horror of knowing, others believe.

It takes hold of your life, like a demon’s curse,

A shadow that follows, wherever you roam or you traverse.

It taints your good name, it shatters your trust,

The horror of realizing, it’s about you must.

So beware of the rumors, the tales that are spun,

For they can spread quickly, before they are done.

And when they find you, don’t let them take hold,

The horror of rumors, is a tale that’s old.

Wick

In the heart of the forest, the trees are so tall,

I play a game of Wick, my candle shines like a star.

I run through the shadows, with the spirits all around,

In this game of hide and seek, I must not be found.

With each flicker of flame, I hear the spirits call,

They want to catch me, make me fall.

And if my candle goes out, I know I’ll be lost,

The spirits will come, at any cost.

I dodge the branches, I leap over logs,

I keep my candle burning, my only defense against the spirits’ fog.

And as I run, I can feel their cold breath on my neck,

I must keep moving, I must not check.

And then I see it, the end of the game,

The finish line, where I’ll claim my fame.

And with a final burst, I race to the light,

And I make it, my candle burning bright.

The spirits retreated, defeated once again,

And I take a deep breath, as I try to contain.

The thrill of the chase, the rush of the race,

In the forest of Wick, I found my place.

 Ocean

In the dark of the ocean, I descended with care,

With my dive buddy by my side, we had nothing to fear.

But suddenly, they were gone, lost in the depths below,

And I was left alone, with nothing to show.

I kicked my fins, and I swam to the surface,

But no matter how far I rose, it felt like a purposeless purpose.

The surface was distant, like a mirage in the night,

And I couldn’t reach it, no matter how hard I tried.

The water was thick, like a shroud around me,

And I couldn’t escape its grip, as it slowly pulled me under the sea.

I felt the pressure build, like a weight on my chest,

And I realized I was running out of air, I couldn’t do my best.

I was lost in the darkness, with no one to guide me,

My breaths came in gasps, and my thoughts turned hazy.

I searched for the surface, but it seemed out of reach,

And I was consumed by fear, and a feeling of defeat.

And then I awoke, with a start, in my bed,

A nightmare, I thought, as I rubbed my head.

But the memory lingered, the fear still real,

Of that night dive, and the loss I did feel.

Space

In the vastness of space, I floated alone,

A tiny speck, in a sea of unknown.

I was cut off from Earth, from all that was familiar,

With nothing but stars, to light my interior.

The silence was deafening, the emptiness vast,

And I felt a creeping horror, that threatened to last.

With every passing moment, my fear did grow,

Of being lost forever, in the void below.

My supplies were running low, my air grew thin,

And I knew that my fate, would soon be grim.

I tried to make contact, but my signals were weak,

And no one responded, no help did I seek.

I was adrift in space, with no hope in sight,

My mind began to wander, in the dark of the night.

I thought of all I’d left behind, the life I’d known,

And I felt a deep sadness, as my fear had grown.

The horror of being cut off, in the blackness of space,

With no one to hear me, no smile on my face.

And so I floated, a prisoner of time,

In the vast emptiness, of the cosmic climb.

Sacrifice

In the shadows of a temple, I ran in fear,

With cultists close behind, their chanting so near.

Their voices were whispers, in a language unknown,

And I knew that I was in for a horror show.

They wanted to sacrifice me, to an ancient deity,

And I was the chosen one, for their ritual spree.

I stumbled through the halls, my heart pounding fast,

As I tried to escape, and make it out at last.

The cultists were relentless, their pursuit never ceased,

And I was running out of time, my fate not yet released.

I could hear their laughter, as they closed in on me,

And I knew that I had to find a way to be free.

I turned a corner, and found a door ajar,

And I slipped inside, hoping it would take me far.

But as I looked around, I realized with a start,

That I was in a room, with no way to depart.

I was trapped, with nowhere to run,

And I knew that this was it, my time was done.

The cultists entered, with a sinister smile,

And I screamed in horror, as they approached in a line.

But then I woke up, with a gasp and a shout,

A nightmare, I thought, as I rubbed my head about.

But the memory lingered, the fear still real,

Of that temple and the cultists, and their sickly zeal.

The Train

In the still of the night, I was loaded up in a train,

With others like me, in fear and pain.

We were sent to a work camp, in the heart of the land,

And I felt a sense of horror, as I took my stand.

The journey was long, the scenery grim,

And I felt a growing fear, of what lay ahead of me.

The unknown was a darkness, that threatened to swallow,

And I couldn’t shake the feeling, that I was headed for sorrow.

I thought of all I’d left behind, my life and my home,

And I felt a pang of sadness, as I was sent to roam.

I didn’t know what awaited me, in that place so far,

And I was filled with dread, of the life I’d have to bear.

The fear of the unknown, was a weight on my chest,

And I couldn’t help but wonder, what would be the test.

Would I be able to survive, in this world so cold,

Or would I succumb, to the horrors that lay untold?

The train finally arrived, at the camp with a screech,

And I was ushered out, with a push and a speech.

And as I looked around, I felt a sense of dread,

For I knew that this was it, my fate had been shed.

The horror of being sent, to a work camp unknown,

With a fear of what lay ahead, that had yet to be shown.

And so I took a breath, and steeled myself for the fight,

For I knew that I must survive, in this world so bright.

Desert

In the scorching desert, I lay in despair,

With the sun beating down, and no relief to spare.

I was lost and alone, with nothing but sand,

And my thoughts were consumed, by a thirst so grand.

I thought of the oasis, that lay just ahead,

And I prayed for a drink, of the cool water I was desperate to be fed.

But as I trudged on, I felt a growing fear,

Of what might happen, if I couldn’t find the water I so much hold dear.

I feared the sun, and its scorching heat,

And the thought of being burned, made me feel so incomplete.

I feared the snakes, and the creatures that hide,

And the thought of being bitten, made me shiver inside.

I feared the emptiness, of the desert’s expanse,

And the thought of being lost, forever in a trance.

I feared the sandstorms, that raged through the night,

And the thought of being buried, filled me with fright.

I feared the exhaustion, and the lack of sleep,

And the thought of my mind, beginning to creep.

I feared the desperation, that threatened to take hold,

And the thought of giving up, and losing my soul.

But most of all, I feared the thirst, that consumed my every thought,

And the fear of never finding water, that would bring me peace and calm, to be brought.

And so I pushed on, through the scorching heat,

With the hope of finding water, to drink, to eat.

Dark

In the dark, I heard

A creaking floorboard and scream

I’m not alone here

Shadows

From the shadows came

A hand, reaching out to me

I can’t escape it

Slams

The door slams shut, I’m trapped

With the ghost that haunts this house

My screams echo

Moonlight

The moonlight shines on

A figure, standing still in

The middle of night

Window

Through the window, I see

A pair of glowing eyes, cold

A monster watches

Maze

I’m lost in this maze

And the walls keep closing in, fast

I can’t find my way

Whisper

A whisper in the dark

A voice I can’t recognize

Is it a warning?

Fray

My mind starts to fray

In this room, with no escape

The walls, they’re closing

Cold

The basement’s old and cold

But something down there still stirs

I’m scared to find out

Fog

The fog is thick, I’m lost

And I hear footsteps coming

I can’t see who it is.

Taken

Taken in the night, a sudden, cruel surprise

With ropes that bind my hands, and terror in my eyes.

A hood is thrust upon my head, all light is gone,

And in the darkness, I am swept away, so far from home.

I fear the unknown, of what may lie ahead,

Of what may happen, once I reach my captor’s bed.

The thought of being hurt, or worse, consumes my mind,

And I can’t help but wonder, what fate I will find.

The sound of engines, humming, as we travel far,

And the feeling of helplessness, consumes me like a star.

I can’t help but think, of the life I left behind,

And the thought of never seeing it again, is a horror so confined.

But I must hold on, to hope, and keep my faith,

For I know that rescue will come, at some time or place.

Until then, I must endure, this nightmare that I’m in,

And pray that one day, I’ll be free, and begin again.

Prison

In this prison, I am trapped, a soul in chains,

In this cell, with iron bars, and endless pains.

A life, so full of hope, has been reduced to this,

A horror of confinement, that I cannot miss.

The walls are closing in, with every passing day,

And the weight of loneliness, is more than I can bear.

The endless silence, is a terror all its own,

And I fear, I’ll never hear, a friendly voice again.

The days stretch on, in monotony and pain,

And the nights are filled, with fear and endless strain.

I fear the future, and what it may bring,

And I fear the past, and all that it may cling.

But in the darkness, there is a glimmer of light,

A hope, that one day, I’ll see the sun again, and take flight.

And I’ll rise above this horror, and be free once more,

And I’ll leave this prison, and all its pain, forevermore.

Mosquitoes

The swarms are everywhere, a sea of tiny terrors,

Buzzing, biting, filling the air with their shrill cries.

A constant barrage, an endless plague,

The horror of being surrounded by mosquitoes, I cannot escape.

Their tiny needles, piercing my skin, again and again,

Leaving me with welts, itching and in pain.

The whine in my ear, never seems to cease,

And I feel like I’m trapped, in a nightmare that never releases.

Every movement, brings another swarm,

And I cannot escape, the constant, relentless harm.

I long for the peace, of a breeze that blows,

And the comfort of a night, where the mosquitoes do not go.

But until then, I am at their mercy,

Trapped in this horror, of a life plagued by pests, relentless and fervent.

And I can only pray, for the day to come,

When I’ll be free from this torture, and find a place to call home.

Horror

O horror films, how you make our hearts beat,

With each jump scare, and each chilling treat.

The suspense you build, the terror you bring,

A genre beloved, and truly a king.

From “Psycho” to “The Exorcist”, the classics will stay,

And “The Shining” will always be a thriller to this day.

“Halloween” and “Nightmare on Elm Street”, never fail,

To keep audiences screaming, and the legends will never pale.

The modern horrors, like “The Conjuring” and “Get Out”,

Prove that the genre, is alive, and there’s no doubt.

“It” and “Annabelle”, the franchise that grows,

And the latest “A Quiet Place”, a critical success that shows.

So here’s to horror films, that keep us on the edge,

With every twist and turn, and every jump we pledge.

A tribute to the genre, that never fades,

And to the filmmakers, who bring these tales to our screens and stages.

Wild

Alone in the wild, a beauty to see,

The majesty of nature, as far as the eye can be.

But suddenly, the peace is shattered, by a fierce roar,

And the horror of an attack, I am unable to ignore.

The beast is upon me, with eyes full of hate,

Its teeth bared, and its claws ready to take.

I freeze in terror, as it prepares to strike,

And I know, this could be the end, my life’s last hike.

But then, somehow, I find the strength to fight,

And I use my wits, and my courage with all my might.

I fend off the animal, and escape with my life,

But the horror of that attack, will stay with me for life.

For in that moment, I faced the raw power of nature,

The terror of a beast, with no mercy to capture.

And I was lucky to survive, with only scars to show,

A reminder of that day, and the horror I had to know.