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The clock stroked 12
as I made my way back home,
we were in groups
walking along that dark lonely road,
it was cold as the wind blew through the night.
I was walking behind talking to a friend
when we walk past by the morgue;
suddenly I felt pebbles being thrown at me,
a little bit shocked I turned back
knowing in my mind I was the last one there,
still, I had to make sure
they weren’t hiding somewhere
pulling a prank on me;
there was no one behind,
all I could see was pitch black.
I kept on walking
as the pebbles hit me again a second time,
like before there was no one in sight.
My heart rate went up there and then,
yet I stayed composed
not wanting to scare the rest,
the moment I reached home
I prayed like never before;
that was a cold winter night
I dare not remember for life.

Hi guys, I know I haven’t posted a poem for quite a while so here’s one today. Hope you love this horror poem, it is based on true even by the way. πŸ˜„

Happy readings πŸ™ƒ

The introvert writer Β© 2022

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Daphny Aqua

A passionate writer who pours out her heart in her writtings.

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