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I don't tend to post other people's work on this blog, but this calls for an exception,,, if you're a fan of analog horror, religious horror or small town horror, PLEASE check out St Mary Chapel on YouTube. It's been absolutely sending my brain through the ringer with even 5 episodes and like 4 community posts and I need people to watch it so when/if I break and make a two hour long iceberg video it makes sense to at least a handful of people.
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need to live in a small town that's creepy and has a local diner that I can go to and get a strawberry milkshake and burger late at night whilst I read my book
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My Burial Plot (A Poem)
Living in a town as small as ours
Means that all you can expect from lifeΒ
Is a hasty burial hosted by the sea
You look forward to floating thoughtlessly
Slumber on a bed of dying coral wreaths
Pecked by underground fishes
Me? I want a sky casket
I wish to float upwardsΒ
To space, shifting into that invisible light
Forming a fist in mid-air
I want to ghost around town
Punching you out of your skin in mid-July
As I soar around buildings
I want to peek through othersΒ
I want to die like they do in pictures
Holden says he will die on a barb-wire fence
As the sky bruises overΒ
Plum purples, apricot oranges, and a cheese moon
Float in and out of our corpse cradle
His eyes will glaze over, crack under harsh light
Marbles stuck to bloated flesh
His life will go out then and refuse to reigniteΒ
While mine will vanish to dark alleywaysΒ
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Roadkill
a little poem from the hauntings that i wrote today based off a cautionary tale i was always told as a kid. itβs meant to mimic the style of a nursery rhyme.
Two little boys,
cradled by leaves.
Two little brothers,
cowering beneath a tree.
Two boys dangling
in the road like bait.
Two brothers flattened
like flapjacks in β68.
Donβt veer into ditches
on the side of the road.
You never know who lies
where the tires should go.
Bits of brain,
fragments of bone.
Two little boys
who never came home.
βolivia garrett aka helene wate, the hauntings
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i need some recs for stuff like Old Gods of Appalachiaβ¦ like small town, southern/appalachian, eldritch horror type stuffβ¦
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The return of a spooky friend, just in time for Halloween >:)
Hope all my followers and mutuals are having a cozy night, bc this poor little scamp is absolutely not lol
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i find beauty in the grotesque and macabre
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