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Horror Poem: A Price To Pay

He slides between the sheets
falls asleep
alone
for the first time in years

Outside
in the hallway
footsteps
feet
shlopping and squelching
along the carpet
stopping
outside the bedroom

The door creaks
opens
A sliver of moonlight
widens
bathing the room in
silver moonlight

The stench of swamp water
wakes him
from a dreamless sleep

He tries to turn
toward the stench
toward the squelching
He can’t move
his body is frozen

Something’s in the room
with him
behind him, something
that smells of swamp

Squelch, shlop, squelch
shlop
It stops
behind him
breathes
so loud
too loud

It slides into bed
beside him
slithers
over his useless body
squirms
into his rigid arms

Wet
slimy hands
caress
his naked body

He tries to speak
his words are slurred
swallowed
screams, slip away
dissolve
unheard

It slides its swollen tongue
between his teeth
Worms, maggots
squirm
all the way down
into his stomach

It disappears
into the night
satisfied
The only evidence
left behind
a piece of scalp
on the bedside table

She’ll come again
tomorrow night
every night
until
he pays
until
his sanity
slips away


© Natalie Mansfield

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Poem: Storm Clouds

I see you
hiding
deeper in the darkness
searching for a doorway
afraid to face the formless
silhouettes outside

The ghostly veil
concealing
your shattered soul, pursued
by those bitter winds, fragile
wings fractured by the storm
clouds circling above

Turn around
and knock
on the open door, step inside
no need to speak, just sit
by the open fire, a little solace
from that long black road

A silent hand
a secret
place to lay your head
somewhere to hide
and wait
until the storm clouds pass


© Natalie Mansfield

Poem: Where I Belong

Wandering through the night

Silence grows deeper

Darkness obscures, and I can pretend

The wolves are sheep.

 

Sunlight brings the shadows

Chases daydreams away

Shows the prizes out of reach

Exposed in their cage.

 

I retreat, back into the night

I am lost, but not alone

I walk with monsters

Here, where I belong.


© Natalie Mansfield

100-Word Story: A Quiet Ending

A Quiet Ending

The sound of dripping water filled the whole building, every drip amplified by the silence outside.

Droplets of water glided slowly through the air, eventually splattering in the growing puddle on the floor.

Dirty water rolled into the cracks between the floor tiles, soaking through the rotten wood below and dripping into the space underneath the building.

A brown rat looked up just in time to see a droplet of the dirty water splash on to his face. The water seeped into his skin, infecting his tiny body with a virus that no human would live long enough to identify.


© Natalie Mansfield

Previously published on The Drabble

75-Word Story: That Thing

That Thing

That thing, when you wake up in the middle of the night, and see a shadow that shouldn’t be there.

You blink your eyes, and then it’s gone. Just your mind playing tricks again.

But you know, deep down, there are no tricks.

He’s still there, hiding in the other shadows. Watching your every move.

You sense him lurking in the darkness. You can almost hear him breathing.

He’s waiting for you to fall asleep.


© Natalie Mansfield

Previously published on Paragraph Planet