Ghosts and ghouls
They rip and tear and renders you helpless
The room is dark, the shadow creeps slowly
Ever so slowly, beneath my sheets
Up, up, it slithers, past my toes
Now caressing my naked legs with bony creepy fingers
My heaving, quivering, paralyzed chest feels violated
My breasts are groped by death's unholy ghoul
My neck pulsates, repulsed by it's eerie touch
My lips quiver, trying to form words of deep disgust
Then a most monstrous head emerges, lips pressed
To my lips. The lips of death.......
I am neither awake nor asleep
Sleep paralysis renders me unmoving
I don't know about you
But in dire straits we all become holy
"The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures
he leadeth me beside the still waters.......
What is the next line..... I don't remember
Get off me you fucking ghost!
No disrespect meant to you Jesus!
Oh yes. I will fear no ill, for his name's sake
I think is the next line
I regain my voice
A scream of sheer terror erupts from my throat
The slimy thing squeaks
Flies from beneath my sheets
Out the closed door, never to return
I awake in a cold sweat
I hope my sainted mother was not listening
Stinking ghost. Don't come back here
Ever again. Ewwwww!
I need a bath!
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.

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