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Discussion in 'Spoken Word & Freestyle' started by lanaia74, Jan 12, 2007.

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    As I walk across the old Victorian bridge, the air seems to emit some kind of evil
    I hate to be out this late at night all alone
    My mind tends to play tricks on me with things I do not wish to deal
    I try and walk faster on the bridge all made of stone.

    I hear the clock in the old tower as it chimes midnight
    The witching hour, when things of the supernatural are supposed to happen
    This sends a chill up my spine, so I step to rest under a street light
    But like you, I was raised to believe things of this origin just don't happen.

    It is so foggy, even with the street light I can't see very far in front of me
    This just makes my imagination run more wild and rampant
    I am afraid, so I look around, everything so far as I can see is as normal as can be
    But I swear I can hear something as it breathes and pants.

    What I hear? I am not sure, but I feel a great feeling of fear
    The sounds I hear make me very aware of my surroundings
    I see something coming toward me, what this is on this I am not clear
    It seems to be of human form, but I can't move, frozen with fear I won't be fleeing.

    As it moves closer, the figure is all adorn in black
    You are very near now, but I never see your face
    You say nothing as you seem to glide toward me, then you grab me around my throat, your hands very much in tact
    As you cut off my air, why I don't know, but as you cut off my air, I know you don't listen to any of my pleas.

    Posted By lanaia74 | Jan 12, 2007

    Benny New Member

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    Jack the Ripper images here...no doubt. Brought from the victim's view, it is chilling. A good write...yes, another one!

    Posted By Benny | Jan 14, 2007

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