WARNING: Some of the stories and poems may be a bit dark, read at your own risk

A Five Sentence Horror Story About Wind

I haven't seen the wind before.

I don't know why, but I feel like it's just waiting for me to die.

It's getting closer to me, and I can feel that it's going to get me.

It's the wind that brings the storm,

And the storm that brings the flood,

And the flood that sweeps me away.

I'm going to die.

Heaven

In the middle of the night, I wake up, I jump out of bed and find myself on the floor of my office, confused. I try to open my door, but I'm blocked. So I start to scream, but then I realize that I can't. I've locked myself in. "Honey, turn the light on! Someone is in here!" I scream. Then I realize that it's the maid. That's when it gets really scary. I see, in my mind, the room with the door. She is a 30-something woman, leaning on the door with a smile.

"Welcome to my kingdom, my darling," she says.

I tell her I'm scared.

"I know you are. It's all over," she says. "The angels have come to take you up to Heaven, where we get to have fun." She tells me about another heaven, this one is a summer place, where it's the "happiest place on Earth." And there's another one, and another one, where people can eat their favorite foods. I fall in love with her instantly.

She tells me about a rainbow-coloured flower. She tells me about how she used to love to wear a flower around her neck, and how, one day, she found a flower in the garden and put it in her hair. She looks at me lovingly, tears in her eyes. I tell her how much I love her. She tells me that it's time to leave, the angels will be here soon.

"Look , the angels are everywhere! They're dancing! And, oh, they're so handsome!" The angel tells me that I have to listen to her instructions, because she has an "angel's voice." I'm confused. I ask her to repeat what she said. She tells me: "You must listen to me! I've had enough of this earth. I can't take it anymore. I want to go to heaven. It's so beautiful there. So, I've decided to return to my true home." She tells me that she was sent to work here by her mother, who lived on earth, so that she could help me to understand that this is my time to die. I'm crying and begging her to stay.

But then she began to speak in a voice that wasn't hers:

"THE WORLD OF ETERNAL LIGHT IS A PLACE OF BEAUTY AND DELIGHT. LEAVE YOUR WORLD BEHIND..."

"No, no, no," I say. "It's not true. It can't be true!" And then she starts laughing. "Oh, you should have seen your face," she says, and laughs again. "But now you must listen to me, because I'm telling the truth! There is no Heaven. Hell is what you make it, " she says. "But there is a new place where the angels dance and sing. The colours are yellow and blue and green and red." "It's a place where you'll never be hungry or cold or alone, " she says. "It's a place that doesn't exist on earth. You see, this earth isn't the real world. There is no darkness or light, there is no hurt or pain or sadness or love. There is no grief or joy, except your own. " She turns and leaves me with my mouth open.

"Don't cry, my darling. Don't be sad. It's time to die," she says. Then she turns and walks away, singing with a very clear voice: "The angels are here, the angels are here, the angels are here, the angels are here....."

A Visit To Taum Sauk

In September 2012, I visited the mysterious, swampy wood of Taum Sauk Mountain in Missouri. Taum Sauk is a reported haunt of the European witch-hunters, and a gathering place for all sorts of strange happenings, from flying cows and shrunken heads to spectral souls, forest fires and imaginary horses. If you have never been,

I highly recommend it. Here's my blog post about it: Inside a Dark Fairy Wood

My husband and I visited Taum Sauk in the late afternoon of a cold, drizzly fall day. We had a rough start to our visit, as our car died outside a supposedly haunted inn a few hours away from our destination, and we had to hitchhike to the other side of the tiny, desolate county. It was about as windy and rainy as it sounds, and it was strange to see that the lights on the bright main street of our lodging never turned off. We entered the main road and headed towards the park. Our first stop was to the park store to pick up some snacks and to get a map. We were the only customers in the store. The cashier was a lady in her 50s, and when she saw me she smiled and said, "Are you with the group?" I told her yes, that I was traveling with my husband.

I went outside to wait with my husband in the car, and I could feel that the lady had been watching us. I think I went to the car in slow motion. As I approached it, I was struck by the thought that I was standing behind a dining table with dolls sitting on it, and I gasped out loud. My husband looked over at me and then he looked up and saw the same thing. There was also a strange dark shape in the window to the right of the cashier's head. I've seen scary faces before, but never the image of a human head with a wide, blank smile. I looked away and started to tell my husband about the doll face I had seen, but I couldn't get the image out of my mind. The cashier asked if we wanted to buy a lantern and a jar of oil, and I said no. The cashier asked if we wanted to buy candles and I said yes. I remember thinking to myself that we could probably use them. The cashier took out a package of candles and one of the jars of oil and started to wrap them up. As I stood there feeling surprised, she told me that I could keep the candles. I don't know why, but I started to panic. The face in the window was still burned in my mind. The same shape in the window kept watching me.

The Red Rabbit

The Red Rabbit oh yes.

I do remember that story.

I would like to tell that story again.

I cannot say the pain I will suffer

When you bring me death so nasty

My way please not the, 'rabbit' way...

Too Hot For The Sun

Too bearable for the comfort of the dead,

Too silly for the wise words,

Too quick for these morons of the nocturnal life,

Too heavy burdens for a two-legged creature,

Too uncanny for the one blessed with good grace,

Too startled for the random minutes of worry,

Too tiny for decent fire that knows zero noise,

But fiery as the summer burning,

Too maternal for the newborns' breath,

Too pessimistic for the fishes' soul,

Too open for the secret snares,

And too tense for the version of the singer

Who prays for forty nights, amen...

The Gallery Of Despair

In the Garden of Eden, there is an art gallery made of despair. It's a closed place, a private place. It's a place of sadness and loss, and the thought of leaving it brings tears.

And the sad fact is, it's not a place where you can ever leave.

There is a painting of a woman, a beautiful woman. The woman in the painting is lying on her back. Her head is turned to the side, her eyes closed. She's beautiful, and she's dead.

She's a dead woman. A dead woman, just like the woman who haunts the gallery.She lives in the dark gallery of death. She walks along the walls, looking for a way out.

Screaming Blood

Their delirious

Toungue doesn't whisper about

The scream of her blood...