Dance around these stones quite gray, Call upon the end of day. Bury deep the light sublime, To grow back our tenacious vine. Black on black our souls do wear, Tangled about with lively hair. Laughter bursts to draw saints in, Down wicked steps and paths of sin. Now it’s time for our mischievous fun, … More Sinister Countdown: The Witch’s Thumb
Breath deep our wisdom, Scratch long each bone. Break rotten flesh apart. Rise high fair moon, Dip low foul sun, Draw out the earth between then. Rattle each rock, Hiss long our breath. This night unfolds our spell. -M.E. InkOwl
I stand here before the looking glass still, Feet upon the window sill. Fingers so cold run down my spine, Drawing through veil from places divine. Alone I’m not, looking at the streets below, My room behind filled with an unearthly glow. Voices echo and fill me head, As I push against glass with rising … More Sinister Countdown: Ghost in the Pane
“Don’t you go by the Grave Door ya hear?” Grandma Flo yelled from the porch swing. I waved back, pretending I hadn’t heard and marched on down the street. “The Grave Door?” asked Sally, her blond curls cupping up under chin. She looked angelic in the evening light, her green eyes glowing with fear and … More Sinister Countdown: The Grave Door
Ever hear of the hissing weave? Tightly bound to make a chest heave? Thought of doom and life’s blood spent, Chase away all things even spent. Stitching here and suture there, Scream out loud at flesh tears. Weeping softly beneath the fabric, You minds a writhing best of havoc. Best laid plans of men and … More Sinister Countdown: The Hissing Weave
This is the darkest night of the year for us; the night of dead souls, screams and dancing will o’ wisps: All Hallow’s Eve. The unpronounceable fear descends on us and in the cold night we mourn our lost ones. We murmur the ancient prayer of our kind as the darkness draws closer: “Save us … More Sinister Countdown: The Darkest Night- Fanni Suto
Tiptoe between the weeds, Circle round the foundation green. Hear the chirp and paper whisper, Of a secret-keeping sister. Hiss of cat and creak of stair, Close your eyes and wish Them here. Now you’ve lifted forbidden vale, Seeing the very depths of hell. Lay your body upon crypt floor, And wait your doom forever … More Sinister Countdown: Tiptoe
Quick step, tip toe, Secret breath, let go. Lie still, stay calm, Hear this, somethings wrong. Creaking stair, silence falls, Don’t move, watch the walls. Burst of sound, throaty call. Fetted breath, raking claws. Bitting deep, breaking bone. Gasping shrieks, snapping jaws. Moaning pain, rattling air. Endings begin in a darkening lair. -M.E. InkOwl
Hush, murder sweet is calling. Dost thou hear the music rankle? Cackle gleefully to ones self? Shush, now hear it speaking. Pleading close, secret keeping? From whence did you fall? Whisper, come close and feel the blister. Plead did you for mercy dear? Whining now for mother near? Silence, a shadow moves. Flee, run, dare … More Sinister Countdown: Hush, Murder Sweet
when she felt cold pricks slowly trace her spine, she knew he found her again Author Bio: L. Stevens lives in Charlotte, NC with her husband and two dogs. When she isn’t writing, she is exploring local sites for inspiration and watching morbid amounts of true crime documentaries. You can read more from L. Stevens … More Sinister Countdown- Senryu by L. Stevens
The Ink Owl 