Seven Days
By Lindsey aka A Nightmare on Water Street
Author's Note: Okay, to clear something up real quick, I don't remember
what order the images on the videotape went in, so it might seem a bit
screwed up.
You stare down at the object you have,
As you run your fingers over its shape,
Not knowing that you are holding,
A cursed videotape,
You put it in your VCR,
The static appears onto your TV,
But are about to be frightened,
Over what you are going to see,
A circle appears on the screen,
Water that is tinted red,
A woman combing her hair,
Horses lying on a shore dead,
A contorted mouth,
A burning tree,
A pierced finger,
A cliff over a sea,
You watch in shock,
At the images from hell,
And the videotape ends,
With a shot of a well,
The phone rings and you jump,
It knocks you out of your craze,
You pick it up to hear,
A whispered 'seven days...',
Day 1 of the curse,
And you feel a bit chilled,
Wondering over and over,
If you will live or be killed,
Day 2 of the curse,
And you cannot sleep,
You have nightmares,
The images creep,
Day 3 of the curse,
Your dreams whirl,
When you experience,
A demonic little girl,
Day 4 of the curse,
You now grow weak
Afraid of what lies for you,
At the end of the week,
Day 5 of the curse,
And you soon will learn,
That your dreams are becoming reality,
After the girl gave you a burn,
Day 6 of the curse,
You feel like you are insane,
The shocking images,
Keep rushing through your brain,
It is the final day,
You feel like you are gone,
But your thoughts are interrupted,
When the television turns on,
You freeze at the sound,
To afraid to move or flee,
When the picture appears,
Of the well on the T.V.
A girl steps out of the well,
The girl that haunted your dreams
You can't run or hide,
Your closed throat blocks your screams,
She walks closer to the screen,
When she walks her back rocks,
She brings up her foot,
And steps out of the box,
You watch her crawl on the floor,
You are frozen in fear,
The girl's dress is drenched,
Her face is not clear,
Finally she towers you,
Her hair goes back in place,
And now you are staring,
At her rotting face,
You finally scream,
You feel pain in your face and head,
But you can no longer think anymore,
Because you're already dead.
Fin.
So, what did ya think? It is not one of my best poems for sure, but I hope
you enjoyed it anyways. Thanx and please review!
By Lindsey aka A Nightmare on Water Street
Author's Note: Okay, to clear something up real quick, I don't remember
what order the images on the videotape went in, so it might seem a bit
screwed up.
You stare down at the object you have,
As you run your fingers over its shape,
Not knowing that you are holding,
A cursed videotape,
You put it in your VCR,
The static appears onto your TV,
But are about to be frightened,
Over what you are going to see,
A circle appears on the screen,
Water that is tinted red,
A woman combing her hair,
Horses lying on a shore dead,
A contorted mouth,
A burning tree,
A pierced finger,
A cliff over a sea,
You watch in shock,
At the images from hell,
And the videotape ends,
With a shot of a well,
The phone rings and you jump,
It knocks you out of your craze,
You pick it up to hear,
A whispered 'seven days...',
Day 1 of the curse,
And you feel a bit chilled,
Wondering over and over,
If you will live or be killed,
Day 2 of the curse,
And you cannot sleep,
You have nightmares,
The images creep,
Day 3 of the curse,
Your dreams whirl,
When you experience,
A demonic little girl,
Day 4 of the curse,
You now grow weak
Afraid of what lies for you,
At the end of the week,
Day 5 of the curse,
And you soon will learn,
That your dreams are becoming reality,
After the girl gave you a burn,
Day 6 of the curse,
You feel like you are insane,
The shocking images,
Keep rushing through your brain,
It is the final day,
You feel like you are gone,
But your thoughts are interrupted,
When the television turns on,
You freeze at the sound,
To afraid to move or flee,
When the picture appears,
Of the well on the T.V.
A girl steps out of the well,
The girl that haunted your dreams
You can't run or hide,
Your closed throat blocks your screams,
She walks closer to the screen,
When she walks her back rocks,
She brings up her foot,
And steps out of the box,
You watch her crawl on the floor,
You are frozen in fear,
The girl's dress is drenched,
Her face is not clear,
Finally she towers you,
Her hair goes back in place,
And now you are staring,
At her rotting face,
You finally scream,
You feel pain in your face and head,
But you can no longer think anymore,
Because you're already dead.
Fin.
So, what did ya think? It is not one of my best poems for sure, but I hope
you enjoyed it anyways. Thanx and please review!