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4 Atheist
You're alone in your house, because your mother and father have gone out, and left you in charge. You are watching music on the TV, when the door rings. You answer it, but there's no one there. Slightly angered, you just disregard it and think that it was those little 8 year old bastards knocking your door and running off to annoy you. But, the door rings again, this time, you open it and there is a box on your doorstep. You ppick it up and bring it inside. You set it on the table and open it, but it is empty. Suddenly, the door slams behind you, and the curtains close shut. The portrait photograph of you on the wall falls to the floor and shatters and behind it says your name> iT'S WRITTEN IN BLOOD..
slightly shaken & angered, it's no overeaction i might be makin
my hands seem to have a mind of their own & my boot's like quaking
in the mirror my reflection seems distorted.... is it me on it?
walking backwards towards my couch, i hear a scream from the closet
oh my fucking god! i was here alone what is going on
tears drip from my eyes as i tremble & cry -re-chanting "I'm Strong"
"I can do this" it's a joke someones fucking with me, i can get through this
a creek from the door suddenly i shiver, feel cold, thinkin who is this
i choke just then, as darkness falls & the clock reads 20 past the stroke of 10
electricity dies right before my eyes, but i was blinded & all hope shed
with the light i had, the screams get louder -do i stay quiet or run for the door
*bang* as it opens, it gets cold, a draft down my neck or the touch of a soul
a voice so deep... then sounds with talk so bleek.. "my name"
red looking eyes.. the chill factor is high.... "am i sane"
a figuire distorted comes from the shadows & limps from the corner
some-one help me find my mind, i think i've lost it
father... father.... i'm standing... how will i last this
father.......? as it run's through my mind...... it's what this figuire is asking
but im a girl... not insane & this is my house, am I ill....
grabbing the phone forgetting about the power... i try it
theres a man on the other end in laughter & hysterics
i'm so scared with this figuire in my face & this man asking questions
@ my knees they'll find me... this figuire has knifed me
there is no pain this ghostly kid has smiled @ me
on this hallow's eve it's their death re-encatment it seems
pointing through me.... it's @ another woman i believe....
whispering she was first... but it's a time that he dreads....
he tried to kill my mom but got me instead...
she is still alive & killed him after she seen i was here dead
lol i dunno how good that is... wrote quickly.. im not that good at topicals =(
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