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A Mouse In My House

Glynn SinclareNovember 8, 2019

A Mouse In My House written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I try to sleep, but toss and turn My mind is racing, fit to burn Absurd as it may seem ...

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When The Veil Slips

Susanne ThomasOctober 30, 2019

When The Veil Slips written by: Susanne Thomas @Susannewith5 I am scared The squeals from outside claw at my ears I bolt my door and turn off the...

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Fright Night Out On The Town

Ivanka FearOctober 27, 2019

Fright Night Out On The Town written by: Ivanka Fear Dressed to kill, makeup perfected, clock strikes six, down our street we tread, crescent moon i...

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All Hallows

Maggie O'BrienOctober 24, 2019

All Hallows written by: Maggie O'Brien Gather around me. Listen. Draw near. I’ll tell you a tale of old yesteryear. The story of Sean, out tending...

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Bodies In The Basement

M. TaggartOctober 20, 2019

Bodies In The Basement written by: M. Taggart It was a crisp, damp, October night. “When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking...

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The Homeless Have No Friends

Charlie BottleAugust 30, 2019

The Homeless Have No Friends written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle I am nobody, invisible, unseen, of the lowest varna, I am stratified, dise...

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All Hallows

Antony KingOctober 31, 2018

All Hallows written by: Antony King @tonykingwriting All Hallows The moon is full On this sleepless night A time for all… to sit in fright....

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Sooner Than Later

Robyn MacKinnonDecember 3, 2017

Sooner Than Later found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat sooner than later I'm ravenously hungry and terrifying...

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HALLOWEEN HALLUCINATION

K. RadhakrishnanOctober 28, 2017

HALLOWEEN HALLUCINATION written by: K. RADHAKRISHNAN Soaring through the starry night sky, I saw two witches sitting on brooms and fly, Hear their c...

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All Hallow’s Eve

Ann Christine TabakaOctober 27, 2017

All Hallow's Eve written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @christine.tabaka It was a dark and stormy night Wait, I've heard that before But then there came...

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Haunting In The Details

Geovanni VillafañeOctober 19, 2017

Haunting In The Details written by: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT The creaking under the floor boards, sends more than shivers down the spine. ...

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FRIGHT

Dilip MohapatraMarch 17, 2017

FRIGHT written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo I am scared of moaning thighs that entrap a lapful of glowing cinders and of the serpentine arms ...

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Determination

Robbie PruittApril 30, 2016

Determination written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt Determined, she faces the night, with grit and grace, to face the fright. © Februar...

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Fright Fight

Deborah JaneFebruary 13, 2016

Fright Fight An original poem by Deborah Jane Hair stands on end - oh what a fright Unsteady heartbeat - no end in sight Churning and burning - ...

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...