No one travels the road by night,
those who have dared to venture after dark
always are found walking with ashen faces, sanity fled,
babbling incoherently about the demons of their fears.
While cruising even in the day
ghostly eyes often appear in rear view mirrors,
car radios wail with death moans,
cold, icy invisible fingertip scrape the neck,
muscles tighten from pure sense of something terrifying,
lurking in the woods, watching,
waiting to claim the souls,
as vehicles are made to crash into trees,
when a power takes control over the steering wheel,
foot is forced to press accelerator to the floor,
other one unable to reach the brake,
bloodied and smashed transportation discover,
but passengers always missing.
The rare survivors tell of seeing a transparent figure
standing near the road just before the accident,
what horror envelopes in crippling fright
is when the driver notices
that the image belongs to him or her,
dressed in a black funeral shroud,
eye sockets empty, mouth gaping
hand raised and beckoning for body to join the spirit.
None who live to speak of the day
ever are able to know peace again,
for in the bathroom mirrors the wraith will appear,
always clawing with eerie foreboding
to seduce another rendezvous with demise,
victim of reoccurring nightmares,
reliving the accident, but this time
feeling drug from wreckage by their own ghost,
screaming as the ground opens and flames erupt,
before sinking below the earth and the hole disappears.
Eventually succumbing to the spell,
faces flush with comatose possession,
calmly stroll out of their homes to automobiles,
ignoring protests of families and friends,
driving off to oblivion on the same route,
this time never to be seen again.
Author notes
For number 10
10. http://media.photobucket.com/image/haunting/love_is_breathing/the_haunting_by_buffnstuff.jpg?o=201
A contest entry
- Haunting Quickie by solitarytear.
600 points, ended August 27, 2008, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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wow this is definiely a good read. I like your wraiths. I like horror stories very much tho I don't get to read them as much as I use to. Good job and good luck in your contest.
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Oh-Oh-Oh-This is dark, the reader is possesed to follow the read to the very end. succumbing to the narrators spell. The images haunt the reader to feel the desire not to be on this road as a cold force envelops the soul to be taken never seen again. This is a lovely write, the flow and rhythm move the work smoothly through each stanza and drag the reader into spell binding excitement to look through squinted eyes for what is ahead and afraid to look behind themselves.
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Ooooooooooo heck I'm not coming for any joyride with you
You'll not getme under your spell with this poem!
However it is very eerie and expertly written! Scary imagery!
All the best. It's a great entry!
gaylene
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yah dont travel without a navigator after reading this one
wonderful penning and scary as *bunny* 
this stanza freaked me out
The rare survivors tell of seeing a transparent figure
standing near the road just before the accident,
what horror envelopes in crippling fright
is when the driver notices
that the image belongs to him or her,
dressed in a black funeral shroud,
eye sockets empty, mouth gaping
hand raised and beckoning for body to join the spirit.
thats terrifying
last line
this time never be seen again.
should it be this time never to be seen again?
Awesome good luck in the contest
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Very good write, quite the tale. My best wishes always.
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beyond words
this was hell amazing......captured my attention and sent chills at the same time.....stephen king worthy....thank you for your entrie and best of luck
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