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Halloween in the Cornfield

Sarah

The pumpkin takes his place upon the front porch

The frost melts in the autumn morning sun

Squash of grotesque faces sprawled inside a basket

Warning of the winter yet to come

The geese are landing quickly in the cornfield

To lunch upon cobs left from the harvest

Morning air is brisk, but Sun is warming

Burning off the foggy lowland mist

FIREPLACE

Ashes grey and dry and dead,

Remind me of my past.

The coals glow heat of long lost smiles,

Like warmth that couldn’t last.

I feel my life has burned away,

And smoke shows me my dreams.

And the bricks should fall, the flames

Burn out.

-that’s the way the fireplace seems.

-San Perry

LITANY

Let darkness come

I’m courageous when I have

My nightlights and hot cocoa

When my blankets are

Safely tucked in

And doors are locked.

Let darkness come

Long as it’s not the inner

Kind that’s hidden and secret

Well – most of the time

I can manage

To keep that blocked.

Let darkness come

As if I could prevent it

From encroaching on the lights

I carefully tend

With rituals

To bring me sleep.

Let darkness come

I’ll face it as others do

Not allow the child within

To show me monsters

In the closet

Of my minds’ keep.

Let darkness come

I’m not some horror writer

So haunted by their shadows

They must exorcise

Their demons to

Faceless many.

Let darkness come

I’ll brace that silent horror

With all my superstition

And words of courage

The let darkness come

Let darkness come

My litany.

-San Perry.

THE DOOR By San Perry

Something moves beyond the door that will not show its face. When I draw close, it turns and flees, a silent chill its only trace. ‘Tis true it’s getting bolder – I hear it prowl each night through every empty, darkened room but one -–my chamber doors’ locked tight. More often, now, it stops there, its breath hot upon my door. ‘Tis nearly more than I can bear not to beg, “Go! Return no more!”

Something moves beyond the door and fills my soul with dread. To see night steal across the sky means I’ll soon hear its awful tread. I lay awake with pounding heart; my dreams give me no peace! The creature enters even there! Will its cruel torment never cease? No lover can protect me; it will not let one stay in ease behind my chamber door, but haunts us both ‘til break of day.

Something moves beyond the door and feeds upon my fright. I can feel its will grow stronger; its glee is greater with each night. Each day I sense it closer. No fire in my hearth can any longer chase the cold that chills me since its birth. I nearly came upon it – terror froze me in place until the thing was safely gone. I did not wish to see its face.

Something moves beyond the door with evil, stalking gait and paces without rest or pause. Indeed, it seems content to wait. No entreaty will stay it – this hungry, cunning beast. It’s surely from the fires of Hell! For what reason was it released?

Something moves beyond the door – I swing it wide to see – my screams still echo in my mind…

Beyond the door is me.

-San Perry.

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(Web master note from Jan...'San is a very dear friend of mine and I consider her a member of all that is here, even though she is hundreds of miles away her spirit is always with us. She has unselfishly posted all my true tales of the paranormal on her own web site at www.guardiantales.com over the years to help others cope with their own experiences. In my heart she is due the same respect as you would treat each of the other members of this team. Without her encouragement and expertise, this web site as well as getting TR.A.P.S. up and going as a group probably wouldn't have come about as easily as it has.')