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A Cornish Nightmare
Contributed by
aliopterix
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Tuesday, 4th May 2010 @ 01:56:22 PM in AEST
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A Cornish Nightmare
I awoke in my bed the following morning,
The sheets were drenched with sweat as too was I.
The previous evening’s memories seemed to end at the abbey,
And no matter how much I tried I could not recall the journey home.
What I did remember was the beautiful girl with emerald eyes.
Who was this girl who was the twin of my Melissa?
As far as I knew she had no siblings, but there was a stirring in my heart.
I knew that not only was she in mortal danger, her warning,
That He was coming for her meant that Melissa’s soul was a prize,
And someone intended, here and now, to rip it from my being.
Breakfast at the guest house was hearty and welcome,
For a brief moment I managed to take my mind off the previous evening.
As I looked around I noticed the other diners, quiet, indeed unnatural,
No-one seemed to be talking at all, just eating and staring blankly.
My receipt for breakfast arrived and on the back one word, “Tonight”.
I spent a troubled day but ventured forth when the moon was high.
Approaching the abbey I once again saw the monk with no face.
He turned to me and pointed toward the abbey and I steeled myself.
In the undergrowth I could hear the rustling of animals or beasts,
And from the darkness I could perceive piercing yellow eyes, watching me.
As I approached the abbey I noticed the doors were open.
From within lighted candles illuminated the scene and the pews were full.
From the undergrowth a dog resembling a Rottweiller but with lizard-like eyes
Approached me, its mouth revealing razor sharp teeth, its demeanour threatening.
I walked toward the doors of the abbey and the beast followed, denying me an escape.
I entered the abbey and viewed the bizarre congregation, all dressed in habits.
As I looked down the aisle I saw the altar, upon which lay Melissa’s twin.
She was naked and serene, unmoving but it was the figure behind her that threatened.
In robes of black, his face obscured by a hood stood a man with a large dagger.
I was grasped by the arms from both sides and heard the words:” It is time”.
Alistair Muir
04/05/2010
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Re: A Cornish Nightmare
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by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 4th May 2010 @ 02:20:29 PM AEST
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yuesh! excellent on-the-seat-of-my-chair tale! i hope you have doggie biskets in those pockets friend, lol, your on a roll, cannot wait to see what happens next!
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Re: A Cornish Nightmare
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by spud on
Wednesday, 5th May 2010 @ 04:53:18 AM AEST
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Hi
The Hammer house of horrors visits YPDC.
Well told, sir!
Tommy
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