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  • sanveda 5w

    Happy vs Scary moments

    Some of those moments in past were happy
    And some of them were equally scary
    Some gave a reason to live
    And some told how the worst can be survived
    Some just took away those tears
    But some lead the mind to fear
    Some felt like wings achieved its height
    And some of them cut that flight
    Some just made me feel special
    Some gave a glance of hell
    Some of them made me careless
    And some told to be alert
    Some made world full of pleasure
    And some took away that leisure
    Some of them are the reason behind the smile
    And some of them made me strong and taught to stay alive
    Though some are sweet dreams , some seems nightmare
    Both of them I equally treasure
    ©sanveda

  • pallavi4 8w

    Darkness

    When I was young, I awoke one night
    And heard the clock in the clock tower chiming
    I realised I was covered in sweat
    And that in my ear there was a slight ringing

    In the darkness although I couldn’t see a thing
    I noticed a very faint light
    On squinting my eyes I saw a shadow
    Of something strange standing by my side

    Too petrified to move or fully awaken
    I lay in my bed trying to wish it away
    When I felt this unknown form kick the side of my bed
    For god’s benevolence I began to pray

    I’d read about demons in books in the past
    And knew immediately something was very wrong
    The minute I heard it’s breath near me
    I realised this thing wasn’t planning on moving on

    Not sure I was grateful for the faint light
    That let me see the demon near me
    In a fright I pulled the covers upto my neck
    Waiting and praying for it to leave me be

    It slowly moved around my bed
    Kicking the bottom of my bed regularly
    The jerks from the kicks made me squeal
    Although not a sound could be heard outwardly

    I heard it sniff something near my head
    It seemed to be pacified enough to move on
    For it proceeded to walk down the stairs
    I could hear the footsteps till it was finally gone

    When the night became quiet again
    And I stopped being drenched in perspiration
    I noticed I’d wet my bed like a child
    So terror struck I’d been in this duration

    I couldn’t stop wondering why
    That demon had chosen to haunt me that night
    Why while it strayed, why I couldn’t move a muscle ?
    Why I was completely frozen with fright ?

    They say that demons choose to dwell
    In the homes of the emotionally weak
    What did that then say about me ….
    That I was a meek terrified freak ?

    On consulting a shaman I found out I was being
    Haunted by something that was half lion, half bear
    I think I was in a way happy on getting to know that
    I wasn’t seeing things that weren’t there

    I cleansed my room by spritzing holy water
    In the hopes of warding off the demon the next night
    I woke up again around three in the morn
    Only to find him standing overhead in the faint light

    ©pallavi4

  • pallavi4 13w

    Darkness

    When I was young, I awoke one night
    And heard the clock in the clock tower chiming
    I realised I was covered in sweat
    And that in my ear there was a slight ringing

    In the darkness I couldn’t see a thing
    When I noticed a very faint light
    On squinting my eyes I saw
    A shadow of something strange standing by my side

    Too petrified to move or fully awaken
    I lay in my bed trying to wish it away
    I felt this unknown form kick the side of my bed
    For god’s benevolence I began to pray

    I’d read about demons in books in the past
    And knew immediately something was very wrong
    The minute I heard it’s breath near me
    I realised this thing wasn’t planning on moving on

    Not sure I was grateful for the faint light
    That let me see the demon near me
    In a fright I pulled the covers upto my neck
    Waiting and praying for it to leave me be

    It slowly moved around my bed
    Kicking the bottom of my bed regularly
    The jerks from the kicks made me squeal
    Although not a sound could be heard outwardly

    I heard it sniff something near my head
    It seemed to be pacified and then seemed to move on
    Then it proceeded to walk down the stairs
    I could hear the footsteps till it was finally gone

    When the night became quiet again
    And I stopped being drenched in perspiration
    I noticed I’d wet my bed like a child
    So terror struck I’d been in this duration

    I could stop wondering why
    That demon had chosen to haunt me that night
    Why while it strayed, why I couldn’t move a muscle ?
    Why I was completely frozen with fright ?

    They say that demons choose to dwell
    In the homes of the emotionally weak
    What did that then say about me ….
    That I was a meek terrified freak ?

    On consulting a shaman I found out I was being
    Haunted by something that was half lion, half bear
    I think I was in a way happy on getting to know that
    I wasn’t seeing things that weren’t there

    I cleansed my room by spritzing holy water
    In the hopes of warding off the demon the next night
    I woke up again around three in the morn
    Only to find him standing overhead in the faint light

    ©pallavi4

  • amara19 14w

    #writersnetwork #miraquill #scary #fadedlove

    Relationships are scary
    But what is scarier
    Is the faded love
    The flowers wither
    After one season
    To woke a morning unloved
    To realize one day those feelings are gone
    To keep going without knowing that
    One day it'll end maybe
    To take a path and never know
    Where this path will lead you
    To decide to prove yourself
    Right or wrong
    Fantasies and reality is different
    And it hit you harder
    The day when you know that
    All those magical things
    Never happen as you think -@amara19

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  • pallavi4 18w

    Strange

    Plagued with questions one night while
    Reading, I fell asleep, spiralling quickly
    In the darkness of my own mind. In my
    Dream I saw I was at my grandmother’s
    Place, standing listening to someone
    Beating the door in the back of the house.
    Located on one end of the bungalow, this
    Door was situated right under a huge
    Banyan tree and had always seemed
    Very spooky to me.

    I moved towards the sound involuntarily
    And just as I was about to open the
    Locked door, I heard a low , strange growl
    “You, you’re what I want”. It was not a
    Human voice. It was something completely
    Different, I knew instinctively in my heart.
    The hair on my body stood up inspite of
    The weather being quite warm. I’d only
    Heard of demons and unearthly
    Paranormal beings until that day, but I
    Was sure that this was something evil.
    It had come in search of a soul, my soul.

    I froze and in my inability to move, kept
    Listening to the incessant pounding
    On the door in front of me. It apparently
    Couldn’t get in without me inviting it in.
    All that separated me and inevitability
    Was a wooden door. It was pulled and
    Kept rattling for a long time. Once out
    Of my daydream like state, I put both
    My hands on the door, refusing to relent.

    I could hear the growling from the
    Other side. A faceless, nameless danger
    Loomed large. Even in my dream I knew,
    Instinctively that whatever this was it
    Was potent enough to rid me of my
    Very soul. I will not give into you, I could
    Feel the voice from inside say.
    And so I didn’t.

    It was then that my eyes flew open.
    I was shivering with fright and covered
    In sweat. Unable to understand why I was
    So scared of losing myself to something
    Whose existence I could neither see
    Nor comprehend but knew was an
    In ignorable truth. A presence, a possible
    Demon had been at my door, for me.
    It was a strange dream and to date
    Scares me when I think about it.

    @pallavi4

    23rd of January, 2022

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - “Moon Forest”

    Thank you so much for EC @miraquill !

    #wod #strange #horror #stories #scary #dream @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill #pallavi_editors_choice

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  • samuelscar 18w

    Roped in the womb

    Mild misty upstream the wind flew creasing the faces it touched, as the child whispered to her mother, "has this day been any good for you? I see red everywhere i look"
    The mother in fear looked at her baby wondering if she was dreaming, the whispered continues as the baby grins with a haunting smile "would you kill another me if i were to knock at your womb?"

    ©samuelscar

  • _kawaiiyuki_ 23w

    There's this girl who sits infront of me in the classroom,
    She flaunts her fingers , I wonder how would they look braided in my living room. Even looking at all those kid's lunch boxes makes me want to puke, there's a reason why people like me eat their food in a bathroom behind a closed half broken door.
    I wonder if the guy who always scores 100/100 knows that there's someone who wants to shove a pen down his damn throat, You are too a fool to think that it's mere jealousy when it's a euphoria of me fighting my ghosts. For seeing myself everyday hanged in a room of 52 has become beautiful scenery , lost in it's altitude.
    ~YUKI
    #ghost #scary #lost #anxeity #pain #maniac #mirakee #mirakeeworld #wod #pod @mirakeeworld @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Fingers Braided In Her Skin

    ©_kawaiiyuki_

  • pallavi4 23w

    Alone

    She was all alone one night
    Walking home solitarily
    The streets were caliginous and deserted
    The moon asleep wearily

    She scurried home in the dark
    Frightened, frazzled and scared
    Afraid of her own shadow, she was sure
    Someone would have her ensnared

    As she was walking she felt
    Someone behind her begin to chase
    She quickened her steps into a jog
    Petrified to turn around and him face

    She could hear footsteps trailing after her
    Accelerating as she increased her pace
    She wasn’t very far away now
    Thankfully from her own place

    As he closed in she felt
    A gust of wind whoosh past her ear
    She was forced to turn around
    And stand face to face with her fear

    She opened her eyes she had instinctively
    Closed to keep herself from seeing something bad
    Shivering she searched for her attacker
    Only discovering a black robe in which he had been clad

    Shaking as she picked up the black robe
    She looked around the abandoned street
    Nothing but crickets could be heard
    And the sound of her own heartbeat

    She breathed in deeply to calm herself
    And the pounding heart she could feel
    A draft twirled around her as she turned
    From her head to her cold feet

    It was as though she was being embraced
    In a passionate hug by something she couldn’t see
    She wondered if she were going crazy and said aloud
    “What the hell is happening to me !”

    The minute she was released from the tight grip
    That nearly squeezed the life out of her
    She ran to her house soaked in sweat
    Inspite of wearing a coat lined with fur

    Unsteadily she unlocked the house
    And collapsed after shutting the door
    She sat bewildered at what had happened
    Puzzled and staring at the floor

    Unable to grasp the contents of the night
    And make out what had come to pass
    Slowly after braving the shock she stood
    And poured water for herself in a glass

    All her life she would wonder if or not
    She had seen what she thought she’d seen
    The cloak hung behind her bedroom door confusing her
    A symbol of what had really been

    @pallavi4

    13th of December, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Late night drives in Alaska” by Hannah Kemp

    Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork !

    #wod #archaic #horror_stories #stories_in_poems #dark #horror #scary @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity
    @miraquill #pallavi_wnreposts

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  • allencole 24w

    Why do I traverse the darkest alleys

    of my soul,

    when I know that something dangerous

    will jump out

    ©allencole

  • june_margot 26w

    My brain and heart are in constant disapproval of each other. But they have one thing in common. They like to make me dance on their strings. I feel like a puppet to my own body which is scarily me and not me at the same time.
    ©june_margot

  • shalu281096 26w

    Maturity

    Maturity is a word
    That describes to be grown up person,
    The heart is unheard,
    And be a different version.
    Be fake to the world
    Hide the real you in front of everyone.
    And that is what is preferred,
    I guess an adult life is a scary one.
    The child inside the person
    Gets buried somewhere inside them,
    Like this the life gets worsen
    But they themselves are to be blamed.
    Hope someday people be true to themselves,
    And enjoy the life without living in shells.
    ©shalu281096

  • saevenia 26w

    Saevenia Facts

    There's a city below Veralin called The Underground, which houses a prison, water ways, dangerous creatures, and paranormal happenings.
    ©saevenia

  • unnatural 27w

    Not sure how good the vocab and grammar is ��������
    #dog #scary #night #poem #fun #miraquill #writersnetwork
    #english #poetry #loyalty
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    CRIT

    Was walking alone on a scary night,
    Not sure of a path which is right,
    Indeed, there was moon light.

    Felt a sense of touch on my behind,
    "RUN RUN RUN", gossiped the wind.

    Pounding heart told me there is something,
    Hell, I was feeling everything.

    Turned around to see what was it!!!
    Happy to see it was my "CRIT".


    ****************************************
    BTW, You know who is CRIT?!!!
    He is my friend's DOG ❤
    ©unnatural

  • sheena 30w

    Terrified !!

    What's more scary?
    The way people doll up for Halloween,
    or the way people have turned scary?
    The way they get dangerously close
    blurring the boundaries in your heart
    just to leave us scarred is scary,
    The words they throw against you,
    to break you in a million ways is scary
    They are scary;
    Scarier than the ghosts that seem to be
    illusions;
    People themselves are scary

    ©sheena

  • hafisha98 30w

    Having Someone is Owen
    Sometimes So Scary...
    Being owen by someone
    Sometimes scary too ...

    ©hafisha98

  • wifey_suicide 30w

    Happy early Halloween everyone
    #halloween #horror #spooky #scary #nightmare #writing

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    Haunting Nightmare

    This nightmare is haunting
    Each person is chasing me around
    Myers and Jason
    Super frightening
    Jump scares got me screaming
    Trapped in a room with a time limit
    Dodging knifes and chainsaws
    This isn't my blood
    Where did my ring finger go

    Help me, I can't wake up
    Even if you shake me
    I think I just herd Freddy
    Please awake me
    Even if I hide they can hear me breathing
    What happened to just dreaming

    A doll just tried to hex me
    I don't want to kill anybody
    Who's this tiny man on a tricycle
    How is this all possible
    ©wifey_suicide

  • pallavi4 31w

    Twisted

    She’d always been a sickly child
    Right from the very start
    Something was twisted inside of her
    People suspected something was wrong with her heart
    Her mother would fuss a lot
    Protectively taking care of all her needs
    With medication and doctors aplenty
    Administering her story book reads

    She’d go out to play with her friends
    And after a little while start feeling faint
    Something was twisted inside of her
    A grim picture of health she would paint
    In the evening she would be too unwell
    To sit with the family at the dinner table
    She would spend her time throwing up
    Always nauseous , forever unstable

    In no condition to attend school like the other kids
    Her mother was her entire world
    But something remained twisted inside of her
    That refused to let her be just another girl
    Her mother would feed her food and medicines
    Slowly watch her slurp the hot soup
    No matter how many drugs were given to her
    She was asked to be kept cooped

    Somehow she dragged on till she reached fifteen
    People would tell her ma how sorry they felt
    That something was twisted inside of her
    How they were sad they couldn’t be of help
    Her mother would weep, be comforted
    And then go back to attending to the sick
    People would rally around her mother
    Who tried to make her better using every trick

    And then one day after being unwell for a while
    She finally died and was at peace
    Something no longer was twisted inside of her
    Her soul at last found the much needed release
    At her funeral her mother was inconsolable
    Her father serious and heartbroken
    He’d managed to dig up her medical records
    And was left with a horrifying token

    The following week her mother was arrested
    For having kept her daughter perpetually ill
    For that something that had been twisted inside of her
    She refused to go quietly until
    She was shown how she’d fed poison slowly
    To her unsuspecting, trusting little girl
    Ruled a homicide she was thrown in jail for life
    Her nasty mind finally to the world unfurled

    A dark place is the mind of a mother who manages
    To twist something inside of her own child
    Just so that more attention can be drawn
    To herself and more sympathy derived
    Labelled a mental illness it survives
    In parents who outwardly look loving and upright
    Munchausen by proxy is a disease that takes
    The life of an innocent and naive child


    Munchausen by proxy is a mental illness in which a person acts as if an individual he or she is caring for has a physical or mental illness when the person is not really sick. Often the victim is made to look sick by the person in order to gain attention and sympathy. As a result, they do real harm to their children in order to fabricate symptoms.
    Munchausen by proxy is a serious mental condition that should be reported in order to stop the person from being a caregiver to a child who naively accepts the help thinking of it as love and affection.

    @pallavi4

    20th of October, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Igor Morski

    #wod #refrain #mental_disease #Munchausen_by_proxy #stories_in_poems #mental_health #harm #death #scary @writersnetwork #miraquill #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • nocturnal_enigma 34w

    * 29.9.2021; 3.19 P.M (Malaysia)

    #NuEmHometown (See also my haiku on Hometown Cha Cha Cha)

    #Haiku #NuEmHaikus #NuEmHaiKor
    #Hometown #Kdrama #mysterious
    #dissappearance #Scary #goosebump

    * "Eeek" An #onomatopoeia #NuEmOnomatopoeia

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    Hometown ~

    A mysterious...
    dissappearance; Scary ghost...
    lurk in the hometown.

    It gave me goosebump...
    when one of the ghost's eyes seems...
    like looked at me! Eek!

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • pallavi4 36w

    Ensnared

    She was all alone one night
    Walking home solitarily
    The streets were lonesome and deserted
    The moon asleep wearily

    She sauntered home in the dark
    Frightened, frazzled and scared
    Afraid of her own shadow, she was sure
    Someone would have her ensnared

    As she was walking she felt
    Someone behind her begin to chase
    She quickened her steps into a jog
    Petrified to turn around and him face

    She could hear footsteps trailing after her
    Accelerating as she increased her pace
    She wasn’t very far away now thankfully
    From her own place

    As he closed in she felt
    A gust of wind whoosh past her ear
    She was forced to turn around
    And stand face to face with her fear

    She opened her eyes she had instinctively
    Closed to keep herself from seeing something bad
    Shivering she searched for her attacker
    Only discovering a black robe in which he had been clad

    Shaking as she picked up the black robe
    She looked around the abandoned street
    Nothing but the sound of crickets could be heard
    And the sound of her own heartbeat

    She breathed in deeply to calm herself
    And the pounding heart she could feel
    A draft twirled around her as she turned
    From her head to her cold feet

    It was as though she was being embraced
    In a passionate hug by something she couldn’t see
    She wondered if she were going crazy and said aloud
    “What the hell is happening to me !”

    The minute she was released from the tight grip
    That nearly squeezed the life out of her
    She ran to her house soaked in sweat
    Inspite of wearing a coat lined with fur

    Unsteadily she unlocked the house
    And collapsed after shutting the door
    She sat bewildered at what had happened
    Puzzled and staring at the floor

    Unable to grasp the contents of the night
    And make out what had come to pass
    Slowly after braving the shock she stood
    And poured water for herself in a glass

    All her life she would wonder if or not
    She had seen what she thought she’d seen
    The cloak hung behind her bedroom door confusing her
    A symbol of what had really been

    @pallavi4

    18th of September, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Late night drives in Alaska” by Hannah Kemp

    #ensnarec #ensnare #writersbay @writersbay #stories_in_poems #horror #ghost_stories #ghost #scary_poems #scary @writersnetwork #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • czarcasm 37w

    Terrors of the night

    The feeling came, a moment of happiness paused in a sliver of time
    And they wished they could save it, capture some of that light to cherish
    But as quick as it came it went
    Leaving them in complete darkness
    And that was when true fear settled in
    For the dark is the monsters friend

    They made no noise as they stood there, taking in the noise of the dark
    Waiting to sense any movement
    Their hair on their forearms stood up
    And they could feel someone, something watching them
    Blood pounding in ears they stood fast
    Hoping it was only nerves
    As the wretched feeling settled in their gut

    They were being stalked by the night
    A scraping sound filled the air to their right
    And they winced, stopping themselves from running
    'It was nothing, absolutely nothing'
    Yet the noise after that thought countered it

    Something was out there, and there was nothing they could do about it
    For they found they couldn't move
    Something was holding their feet into place, making them stay
    To attest to the horrors in the night

    An unearthly roar filled the air and they shook
    Skin covered in goosebumps, their breath caught
    Was this the end?
    And there, before they could blink, the demon ran out at them
    ©czarcasm