Tuesday, October 24, 2023

DAY "24" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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DANGEROUS

Say it girls

he's definitely dangerous

so handsome

so sly

just right

for a bawdy night

but do we dare

will his fangs flare

will we end up

just part of his lair

we all want top billing

not a killing

to be held in his arms

away from all harm

to be kissed so deeply

there is no beginning 

 no end

his touch would be magical

not tragical

for surely he's real

and not out for a kill

just look at that face

not a trace of mean

but oh dear, it is Halloween.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renée © 2023

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!



Monday, October 23, 2023

DAY "23" OF THE HAUNTING


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THE FOG

The fog is gathering again. Evil lives in its depths. And I know I'm a victim. Last Halloween, while on my way home, the car suddenly stopped. I had plenty of gas, and the battery was new. But no matter what I did, the damn thing wouldn't start.

A mile yet to go. I could do that. I'd be home in fifteen minutes. I gathered my belongings. Right before stepping out of the car, I saw the fog. It was approaching fast. Blowing in waves like thick smoke pushed by an otherworldly wind. There was no breeze, but watching it move belied that.

I locked the car door and ran home. My heel caught and broke. I kicked my shoes off and continued barefoot. Superstition about the fog urged me forward.

But something grabbed me from behind. I was at his mercy.

A knife slashed my cheek. I kicked backward and somehow got free. I raced to the door, key in hand, and I was inside just as the fog reached my porch. The clock chimed midnight.

I was bloody, but I was alive. And the fog had disappeared.

Tonight, a year later, it's Halloween once again.

The temperature keeps dropping, and the fog has surrounded my house. Death's come to finish the job.

The chill of fear brittles my bones. I close the curtains, check all the locks, and return to the dining room to ensure the patio door is double-locked. But I'd already done that several times. I was on edge, unable to think straight. Terror had me in its talons.

As the clock began the countdown to midnight, I breathed a sigh of relief. But then noticed the fog seeping in from every crevice. Even locked doors wouldn't keep death out. He's come for me again. I ran to the bathroom shower and turned on the cold water. Surly, cold water will kill the fog and keep me safe. Just a few more chimes till midnight…

     The next morning:

"That psycho slasher has struck again," the police officer tells the detective as he walks into my house.

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350 Words

Yolanda Renée © 2023

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Sunday, October 22, 2023

DAY "22" OF THE HAUNTING

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 SCARED

It's just an old house

what do you fear?

a mouse

or the ghost of the house

she wanders in the dark

from dusk till dawn

does she say boo

no, she says shoo

you're disturbing her home

the one she roams

so get off your phone

and leave them alone

or you'll be the ghoul

without a soul

for this season

gives them powers

beyond reason

Halloween

makes beautiful ladies mean.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renée © 2023

  

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

 

Saturday, October 21, 2023

DAY "21" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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You Are Warned!

You see the sign

it's not benign

we gave fair warning

but now you're mourning

yet it was your choice

made with your voice

"I want to be scared!"

that's why our notice fails

you won't listen

you fall for all that glistens

we love to please

always try to appease

as we lead you deeper

we're now your keeper

blood is our nectar

bones our specter

we enslave a body

and embody your soul

so now that you're schooled

still want to meet the ghoul

of course, you do

especially after drinking

our special brew.

drink up

drink up

the hour is near

never fear we'll be here.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renée © 2023

 

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Tuesday, October 17, 2023

WEP - PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

DAY "17th thru the 20th" 

OF THE HAUNTING

PREMONITION

Gray clouds and, occasionally, a mysterious gust of wind would stir the frozen snowflakes into weird dances that haunted Sarah daily. No sun, no birdsong, just the occasional crack and shattering of an icicle falling from a great height and the unusual gurgle of air escaping from the lake were the only sounds that filled her days. 

Sarah did her best to chase the blues away. Singing her favorite songs, Sarah serenaded the ice-filled gorge for her peace of mind and the echoing accompaniment. Sitting atop the rock in her favorite fishing spot, she sang as she fished for the fresh dinner she'd planned for Chet's return. He said he'd be back in a week, if not sooner, either with the rescuers or just to return to her because the mountain was still socked in.

Sarah hadn't heard the sound of one plane or chopper the entire week, even though she'd spent hours listening. Meditating, praying, and visualizing, to no avail. She had not been able to manifest anything positive, but still, she held on to hope.

She stared over the lake, wondering about Chet's location when she heard his voice. 

"Sarah, you really need to be more careful. Pay attention. Be prepared, he's coming." 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Chet approaching and turned to greet him, but a sudden yank on her fishing pole had her jerking her attention back to the lake. The rod went flying. She grabbed for it but lost her balance and slid off the rock straight down onto the ice. Chet's makeshift cast on her broken ankle gave way, but so did the ice. Sarah slipped through and into the cold wetness. The pain surging through her body was nothing compared to the intense shock of the water as it consumed her.

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She fought with all she had to get back to the surface. But murkiness, tangled reeds, heavy clothes, and a heavier parka weighed her down. Her lungs felt like they'd explode before she would recognize which way was up. But she let go of a lung full of air and watched the bubbles ascend. She kicked off the rocky bottom with her good leg, and with her parka half on and half off, she broke through to the surface. Grappling to find a handhold on the ice and laboring not to be pulled back into the icy water by the heavy parka. She took a deep breath and yelled for Chet. But he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he'd gone for some rope. Calming herself, she removed the water-soaked coat and threw it toward the rocks sticking above the ice on shore that were out of her reach. After three throws, she managed to secure the hood of her parka over a large stone. Sarah pulled herself from the lake and across the rock-filled icy shore.

Breathless and unable to find her crutches, she crawled back to the cave. She knew how deadly hyperthermia was, and her only goal was to get to safety and warmth. But as she dragged her broken foot along the ground, the rest of the splint, mostly gauze, sluffed off. But a section became caught on a stone. She stopped to tear the rest of the makeshift cast off, which left her leg unprotected and made her movements even more painful. She took a moment to catch her breath, pray, and look around. Where the hell was Chet? She knew she'd seen him. She knew she heard his voice.

But a deep silence covered the area. No wind, not even a rustle. The pain in her leg was becoming worse. Even more than she remembered of the initial break. She laid her broken leg across her good leg. Just as a chill wind blew a swirl of snow like a dust devil at her. The clouds darkened, and lightning and thunder shook the gorge. Giant icicles by the dozens crashed to the ground, and blowing snow twirled and blew in all directions.

Darkness had fallen so quickly that it was as though someone had turned the lights out or closed the curtains. Sarah shivered and thought her bones would snap from the instant brittleness caused by the Arctic chill. Then her entire body began shaking uncontrollably. Her extremities burned as though they were on fire, and then they grew numb almost simultaneously. She gathered her strength and pulled herself backward with her hands and arms. She let her good leg protect and haul the broken one. Eventually, she made it to the entrance of the cavern.

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Sighing in relief, she suddenly froze in place. The howl of a wolf, something she'd heard several times since the crash, stopped her cold. The cry was close. This time, the wolf was closer.

She looked up. Atop the cliff was a gray-black wolf, his vicious fang-filled grin intimated at the terror he couldn't wait to inflict.

That's when she realized that Chet wasn't coming back.

He'd warned her.

It was Chet's last heroic deed.

***

842 words

Yolanda Renee © 2023

Tagline: Pay attention to your sixth sense.

This is another excerpt from the 7th book of my Alaskan Series, Murder on Mount Fairweather, coming out December 2023.

READ THE OTHER ENTRIES HERE




Monday, October 16, 2023

DAY "16" OF THE HAUNTING

 


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It's Getting Dark

Can you see my scowl

It's quite foul

 never goes away

even during the day

there's a reason

for all seasons

I'm patient

and very sure

you and I

we have a date

and I'm never late

it's your fate!

MUAHAHAHAHA!

***

Yolanda Renée © 2023

 

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Sunday, October 15, 2023

DAY "15" OF THE HAUNTING

 

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LIFE IS DEATH


You thought I lied

I'm only opening your eyes

but see those numbers

it's no time to slumber

we're coming for you

me and my crew

an invasion of evil

a world in upheaval

will you laugh or cry

or simply sigh

ignore my theme

or will you scream

anything's possible

this season of dreams

time to prepare

fulfill all desires

expose the terrifiers

they won't win

fun isn't a sin

so take a breath

life is death

when winter leaves

it's spring we bring

it's a harvest ball, after all.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

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