Once upon a time...

Once upon a time...

A Story by The Unknown Sith

   I can't sleep at night again. The little noids are loose from my head playing with the monster under my bed. The sheep are eating my sheets. I don't know how many there are I lost count long ago. Meanwhile, the monkeys keep jumping on my bed. I called out for the doctor but, they laughed and said "silly boy, the doctor is dead!". In the darkest corner of my bedroom lies Miss Mary Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, and she eerily smiles at me as shiver goes down my back,back. She whispers to me with a tone of fright "don't let the bedbugs bite". She's right. I hit them with shoes and then put one shoe heel to heal with the other to keep the ghosts out of my room.This is an old wise tale, not like the one that I just watch slithered back under my bed. That's when I hear it; something thumping under the wood floor knocking trying to get out. I get alarmed when I hear it speak "my arm...my golden arm...where is my golden arm?". I look up to see a shadowy figure in my doorway of a woman with a missing arm. She comes closer to me. She is moaning and starts beeping, beeping louder and louder now.The beeping is more intense stronger then before "this place is terrible" is written in blood above my bedroom door. The noise is so loud now as she reaches her nub out to me "my arm!" is drowned out by the beeping sound.She leans into me with rotten flesh and teeth as.
    I suddenly awake to the beeping of my annoying alarm clock. In a panic motion, I turn it off. I got to get ready for work. I jumped out of bed. Run to the bathroom and wash my face and look up to see written in red on the mirror which wasn't there a moment before "Redrum". Wait, I look back at the alarm clock which is actually blinking midnight. I see this and go numb. I realize what it's about to come. Then the lights go out. She comes out from the mirror behind me grabbing me with blood dripping on the bathroom sink whispered three times in my ear as she pulls me in "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary".
...mirror mirror on the wall...this wasn't just a nightmare after all...
by the unknown sith


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To make funny poem with cult scenes from cult horror movies . That's quiet very impressive to me. I like your narration where all horror scene became ordinary events at insomnia state. Like you put off that gore make up and we very clear how things really are. For sure i enjoyed redrum at bathroom . Since i live at remote wilderness i always wondering when i gonna have drink with Loyd or when my writing will be like all that work make Martin dull boy. I also like when you describe go to the work. Cause real work can be more scary then anything else. Special with that creepy covid 19 at our backs. Anyway i enjoyed like always.

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I love the uninhibited nature of this crazy scramble down weird-a*s lane full of barely-connected free associations & harkening to the spooky genesis of the fairy tale genre. The pacing of your writing is brisk & compelling, as if we're tumbling thru this insanity with you. I love how the ending reverts to "ordinary" which only serves to heighten the sense that this is anything but ordinary. I love how this symbolizes how the nighttime can feel like horror for some tortured souls (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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I'm so totally sucked into this nightmare! You did wonders here. Pen on!

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To make funny poem with cult scenes from cult horror movies . That's quiet very impressive to me. I like your narration where all horror scene became ordinary events at insomnia state. Like you put off that gore make up and we very clear how things really are. For sure i enjoyed redrum at bathroom . Since i live at remote wilderness i always wondering when i gonna have drink with Loyd or when my writing will be like all that work make Martin dull boy. I also like when you describe go to the work. Cause real work can be more scary then anything else. Special with that creepy covid 19 at our backs. Anyway i enjoyed like always.

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Added on August 3, 2020
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