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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Horror/Scary · #898365
A story of just what can happen when opening the wrong book.
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My heart was pounding
as I went running from the thing,
that hideous horror from beyond.

Why did I open that tome,
cursed book, calling to me?
Why did I listen? Burned it,
is what I should have done.

Now I find myself running, stumbling
through the dense woods.
I am chased, dogged by that thing,
repulsive thing that should not be,
detestible creature I called to me.

The instructions were clear,
they were very clear, strange words,
alien words. I could not read them,
but when that tome began to speak,
I began to read, strange crawling words
upon its pages, bleeding
repulsive thoughts into my head.

Upon the hill it said to go,
through woods and over the rise.
The tome demanded, persuaded,
I should go.

I knew I should not follow its command,
but did open that cursed book.
And, what I found, what it showed,
was that hideous beast, frightening me,
petrifying me to the very ground.

Abhorrent tome, all rotting, reeking
stink upon my hands. I read its pages
and called that grotesque thing,
vampire from among the stars,
into existance from some outre realm.

With it came a ghastly tittering.
Oh, what a horrible sound it made,
Its bulbous form and many mouths
emitting a bone chilling call to feed.

And, when I heard its gibbering I ran...

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