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Face Your Fears by Calling All the Monsters

fear_false_evidence_appearing_realHold onto your hats. We are about to have a lot of fun. Today’s prompt is Face Your Fears. I am not a blood and gore fan. Give me the subtle fear. The kind that sneaks up on you, the kind that could be real. But, I love the fun associated with all the scary creatures of the night. Werewolves, vampires, mummies, zombies, ghosts…yeah. That’s my kind of fun. And movies? Flatliners disturbed me, and I Am Legend scared me to death. After watching that one, I refused to go to sleep until I had turned on ALL the lights in the house (yes, I know…stupid if it had been real) and made sure all the doors and windows were locked. The Ring cracked me up. I don’t know why…and yes, my phone rang after I watched it and I did pick it up. It was my mother. Scariest thing of all. (~wink~) I watch almost every vampire movie made because they are my favorite monster. When I was little I was afraid of The Boogeyman because my mom used that to keep me from getting up at night. And, in my teens, Freddie was my favorite nightmare. The irony of this all is that I have only been to a haunted house once, and that was when I was 13 and I did not like it one bit. I can honestly scare myself better than anyone else. So, why should I go let someone else try? Maybe it’s time I face that fear and go visit a haunted house. I’ll let you know if I do.

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A few years ago, however, I did face one of my biggest fears: snakes. I do not like snakes. Me and Indiana Jones have that in common. But, Jack had a school field trip to the zoo and he wanted me to go with him. So, I did. And we visited the herpetarium. There was a zoo employee out with a snake (non-poisonous obviously) and you could go up and touch it. Jack had no fear whatsoever. Walked right up to it and actually pet it. He would have held it, too, if he could have. Me? I was freaking out. My baby was touching the thing I feared. Holy smokes! And then he turns to me and says “See Mom? It won’t hurt you.” My kid was trying to encourage me to be brave. How could I NOT face my fear then. So, after several very deep breaths, I walked up to the zookeeper with the snake, and, with my hand shaking, I touched the snake. It was not as bad as I had feared. I was surprised at how it’s skin didn’t even feel the way I thought it would. It was soft and smooth and warm. Not cold, not scaly, and not slimy. I even kept my hand on it long enough for a couple of pictures. And you know what made it worth it all? The smile on Jack’s face. When I say I would do anything for my kids…just know that I mean it.

So, after sitting for a bit and turning on some mood music, I wrote you a new poem for Halloween, completely inspired by the video my kids love watching at Halloween. Also, I am offering up two other Halloween/scary poems, one written earlier this year and the other written in 1998. And, I’m putting up the two videos I watched/listened to while writing this. Have fun everyone!

xo Jesi

P.S. Don’t forget to read it in a scaaaarrry voice. 😉

Calling All the Monsters

By Jessica Scott

Creeping up on silent paws

His shadow crawls along the walls.

Fear his teeth and razor claws…

Quick! Run while he stalls!

The smell of sand and ancient must,

The tenor of his wailing moan,

Wrapped in linen and covered with dust,

You better not be alone.

In the dark you feel that dread

That only happens when he’s near,

For this one is always one step ahead,

The Boogeyman you should fear.

Prince of Darkness, Lord of Night,

Immortal drinker of blood.

Beware, you should, the vampire’s bite,

Your life he nips in the bud.

Monsters and demons , zombies and ghosts,

Fears we try to hold at bay.

But in the dark we become hosts,

And, in return, become their prey.

 

One Too Many Gothic Stories

By Jessica Scott

Listen close to my twisted tale

Of a night that was cold and dark.

A scream rang out in the sleeping city,

And a dog began to bark.

A wind blew through the deserted streets,

Deserted, or so I thought,

But who could have seen a knife in that hand,

One that looked like the one I’d brought.

I should have known, I should have seen,

The signs were all so clear.

You never see the end of life coming;

You never see the point of the spear.

And so I stand here, dark and cold,

Blood dripping down my blade.

And you, dear Reader, lying there

As your life begins to fade.

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Limbo

By Jessica Scott

A voice calls out to me

And I run

Down the darkened corridor

To hide,

But there is nowhere to hide.

A hand reaches out,

Grabs my shoulder

And I scream.

Terrified, I turn around

And I am chilled to the core

Of my soul.

I look into the eyes of Death

And I see no reflection

Mirrored in his eyes.

My heart is caught in my throat.

I try to back away

But I am frozen

In Death’s cold grip.

He smiles,

Frightening in his pale face;

I cannot look away.

He reaches into my body

And grabs my soul,

Tearing it from its shell.

I watch my body fall to the ground

And I am struck

By the horror of the scene.

Placed in a bag I forget

Who I am

And I become

A nameless shadow

Of who I was

Forced to play Death’s game

For eternity.

Jesi Scott is an aspiring writer of novels, a poet, and blogger. She has guest-blogged over at The Well-Tempered Bards, and has a post featured at For Love Of…. Jesi has two poems published in Memories of Mist, a literary anthology, and one published story in a newsletter. She is currently working on releasing her first poetry collection as well as writing her first novel. When not writing, Jesi can be found getting lost in bookstores, singing and dancing around the house, experiencing culture with friends, and generally having fun with her four sons when they aren’t driving her weeping into her closet, which she calls her Padded Cell. She loves to rescue stray bookmarks, as well as books, and has opened her heart to any and all stories needing a home. Archery is her current favorite thing ever but you might want to stand back a little as she still has a tendency to drop the bow occasionally.

4 Comments

  • Rod E. Kok

    Lovely, beautiful….neither are words I would use to describe these 3 pieces. I read them all in a Vincent Price-ish voice. Stunning. Amazing. Now those words describe these poems. Nicely done, friend. Nicely done.

    • Jessica

      Thank goodness these aren’t lovely and beautiful…I’d be doing something wrong. LOL
      Glad you liked them, though. They were fun to write. 🙂

  • Amber Prince

    First of all… You and I, total opposites. I am Legend was funny. The Ring- freaked me out and have me horrid nightmares. For weeks.

    Second… I touched my first snake a few weeks ago and agree with you 100%, nothing like what I was expecting. In fact it was really neat how the muscles felt under the scales. Little bit begged to hold one and was disappointed that she could only pet it.

    Finally… That first poem was brilliantly creepy. It’s going in the file. And the Too Many Gothic, that’s the one I was talking about last week that I abso loved but couldn’t remember the title, so how perfect that you posted it today?!

    • Jessica

      First of all…being opposites is probably why we get along. LOL.
      Second…you go! I’m still uneasy about snakes but I know now that I CAN touch one. Jack still can’t have one for a pet.
      Third…”brilliantly creepy”…I’m using that asa critic review. LOL.

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