13 Tales of Terror: Scritch Scratch

Scritch Scratch

That’s the only sound I hear at night.

Scritch Scratch

Scratching away with all your might.

Trying to find a way out

But you won’t scream or shout.

All you ever do is go Scritch Scratch.

 

Scritch Scratch

But I’ll never open that door.

Scritch Scratch

Go ahead, scratch some more.

You’ll wear yourself down to the bone

Doomed to be trapped here alone.

With nothing to do but go Scritch Scratch.

 

Scritch Scratch

The Devil in disguise.

Scritch Scratch

Or simply one of his spies.

In the end, it matters not

Either way, you’ll sit here and rot

As you spend your time going Scritch Scratch.

 

Scritch Scratch

There’s a knock from outside.

Scritch Scratch

I scramble to hide.

Blue shirts and badges all around

Forcing me down to the ground

Freeing you from a life of going Scritch Scratch.

 

Scritch Scratch

That’s the only sound I make at night.

Scritch Scratch

Scratching away with all my might.

Trying to find a way out if this cell

Sentenced to a personal Hell

All I can do is sit here and go Scritch Scratch.

Unlucky in Love

There was a young man named Vance,

Who was desperate for romance.

He wooed a young lass,

Who was a witch alas,

And left him eternally entranced.

Exhaustion

At the dawn of September,

A promise was made

To tell a new tale every day.

When the month was done,

the pen ran dry,

but in the mind stories bubbled away.

October cast a ghastly shadow,

Demanding a score of terrifying tales

To mark All Hallows’ Eve.

So the ink flowed again

To instill fear and horror,

Working without reprieve.

Now the spirits have gone,

Having played their tricks,

And returned to their realm with treats.

It is time to sheathe

The pen for a while

And to the world of slumber retreat.

The past two months have been as exhilarating as they’ve been exhausting. So, Tales of Unusual Strangeness is going on a 10-day hiatus as of yesterday so I can refresh my writing muscles. I’ve also been missing out on stuff written by many of the amazing bloggers who I follow, as well as my followers, because I’ve been stretched thin between work and story writing! So, this will be my time to play catch-up.

Of course, I’ll also be planting seeds of ideas during this time, which should blossom into full-grown tales on my return.

Regret

Where did it all go?

Grains of sand in my hourglass.

Irretrievable.

Endurance

Heroes and villains.

Locked in eternal battle.

It’s a long movie.

Dining Room

Curtains of rose around ivory doors,

Opening to reveal a cavernous hallway.

A velvet rug unfurls itself,

Inviting you inside.

Won’t you stay for dinner?

Fog

A fog approaches.

Mysteries hiding within.

And monsters, perhaps.

Spellbound

Wand of the ancients,

Words that are older than time.

Look! It’s a rabbit!

Going in Circles

A prison of glass,

Walls all around, but no door.

Hell is a fishbowl.

Under The Surface

Calming blue waters.

A breeze across salty waves

Masks the stench of death.

Priceless

Money, gold, jewels.

What value do riches hold

When your smile is gone?

Brotherhood

The leader, offering guidance and showing the right path. But unafraid to ask questions.

The giant, ill-tempered and rude. Looming over all disdainfully.

The jeweler, adorning himself with gold and silver. Used to the finer things in life.

The child, always keeping his promises. Often overlooked.

The judge, deciding between right and wrong, good and bad. Standing in opposition but offering support when needed.

These brothers never see eye to eye, yet are bound together.

Their unity is their strength.

Covetous

Eyes so vivid green.

Seeing beauty everywhere,

Except over here.

Family History

Sins of the father.

A son seeking redemption.

The past never dies.

Enlightened

The meaning of life.

At last, he understood it.

It was a haiku.