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Juliette Cove's avatar

Nine mirror guards fray

Obsidian membranes chained

In sandy decay

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Honeygloom's avatar

Geese that’s creepy🫣 I love it!

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Leigh Parrish's avatar

Papa says the wards

Will keep us safe. But why can't

we let Mama in?

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Honeygloom's avatar

Oh 👀This sounds like a good story!

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Ken Flyingheart's avatar

Salt flour chalk or blood

In secret lines drawn by heart

Make darkness pass by

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Honeygloom's avatar

Nothing’s getting through your door🖤 Well done!

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Richard Blaisdell's avatar

Evil eye

Hangs by my door

Ancestors stand guard.

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Honeygloom's avatar

Yes!! Ancestors are always there for you 🖤

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ClownWorld Shakespeare's avatar

Kinda breaking the fourth wall here....

Your prompt is more than…

…five syllables. I protest!

I'm gone. Poof! Magic…

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Honeygloom's avatar

But… it’s seven syllables!!😂

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ClownWorld Shakespeare's avatar

5 is my limit.

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Honeygloom's avatar

Noted🫡😜

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Amos's avatar

Circle surrounds me

Things with teeth and hate outside

Spirits please relent!

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Honeygloom's avatar

This is such creepy imagery! I want to know what happens🫣

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Amos's avatar

Based on a true story (dont read further if you dont want to know the end!). Or "true" insofar as it was told to me by a tour guide and involves the supernatural. A subject on which I would call myself agnostic-ish. So take that however you want. But it has stuck in my head for several decades.

There are a series of rooms under Edinburgh, Scotland. A city which I have been to many times owing to Scottish family history. Not catacombs exactly. More like a series of passages and storerooms built over the centuries as people expanded the central hill that old Edinburgh was built on. Well eventually people just started living, and dying down there. Sick, old, down on their luck, no where else to go. Ghost stories abound, as you might imagine.

Eventually they were all closed off. Ownership was, I guess kind of up in the air. Sorta like one family had the key and they did tours whenever they felt like it. (I think they have since formalized the whole thing, if you ever go.)

Anyway so one family member gets the idea to do a ceremony down there. Either to bless the rooms or ask permission from the spirits or maybe just to do something creepy, I can't remember. He starts a ceremony and something comes that is very not good. So he draws a circle around himself for protection. Whatever light he had brought had gone out. This is deep in rock/stone/800 year old concrete, so it ain't like there's much light that gets in. Or rather, none. Anyway, he hears this thing scratching around the circle trying to get at him. So for hours he prays and does spells to protect himself. It doesn't get him but it doesn't go away.

So eventually he decides the only way is to guess where the door is, wait until the thing is on the other side of him from the door, and run for it! Which, supposedly, he did. Not the most spectrally spectacular ending, I'll admit. But sometimes ya gotta work with what you're given.

I was in that room so, watch out, something might have attached it self to me. 😉

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Honeygloom's avatar

Yikes! That person had some balls… or ballocks I guess. Just run for it? Bonkers.

I’ve heard about the tunnels and stuff under Edinburgh. It must be an amazing place to visit. There are so many cool things that have happened there over its history.

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A.C. Cargill, Author's avatar

I am shining shield

Fending off all harm that comes

Hold me firm with love

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