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That Same Old Refrain
Misery or Missouri. I'm sure there's a bad pun there. As two local boys with long-established heritage in the state, we knew better than most how easily small town existenz can chew you up and spit you out. Strum, strum, strum, strum, strum, The strumming reverberated from the banjo upon my father's lap through the floorboards to my soul. ingratiating into me a sense of ... Nothingness. Seems I hear those banjos playin' once again, Hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, That same old plaintive strain. As boys we felt the growing strain of Arrow Rock living. Moonshine tainted blood passed from generations supped on from the Ozarks. Hear that mournful melody, It just haunts you the whole day long, And you wander in dreams back to heaven, it seems, When you hear that old time song. Recounted and recalled as. Something like naustalgea. Hush-a-bye ma baby, go to sleep on Mommy's knee, Journey back to paradise in dreams again with me; It seems like your Mommy is there once again, Even after she disappeared in Marvel Cave or was it Taberville Prairie. Memories are so fickle, so lost on plaintive strain of existenz. And the old folks were strummin' that same old refrain. Binaurally as we waved hush-a-bye to our childhood Thomas looked like Mommy did. Then. Nothingness. Too late. Too beyond. I was once. Aware. But awarenez dissolved. Way down in Missouri where I learned this lullaby, When the stars were blinkin' and the moon was climbin' high, And I hear Mammy Cloe, as in days long ago, Singin' hush-a-bye.
By Paul Stewartabout a month ago in Horror
When the Past Calls for a Ride: Ghost Passengers of the Tōhoku Tsunami
A Disaster That Still Echoes It’s been nearly five years since the devastating Tōhoku earthquake and tsunami struck Japan on March 11, 2011. The magnitude 9.0 quake triggered a massive wave that reached 133 feet in some places and pushed more than 6 miles inland.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Horror
8 Cursed Objects Still Haunting the World Today
Sometimes people leave behind memories, legacies, and occasionally… nightmare-fuel objects that ruin lives. You’d think that if something brings disaster, illness, hauntings, or death, humans would immediately destroy it.
By Areeba Umairabout a month ago in Horror
Eyes in the Walls Watched Her Sleep
The Night the House First Looked at Me I was eleven years old the first time I realized the house was watching me. It wasn’t a ghostly figure at the foot of my bed. No shadowy woman in white. No bloody handprints or heavy footsteps in the hallway.
By Fazal Hadiabout a month ago in Horror
