Horror-poetry Stories

#1 Foundpoetry #2 prosepoetry #3 Darkpoems #36 poem #16 thoughts ASSET RECOVERY [RESTRICTED] Personnel classified as administrative debris. Identity reduced to a 4mm paper strip. The department does not recognize disappearance-only the reconciliation of a rounding error.

A memory. A song. A sighting. A death. Become whisked into a real tale of dangerous imagination and a unwanted sighting. Welcome your inner insanity and believe in things that might really be there, merging between the sea of life and death, calling upon the special or not so. So sit back, open your mind, and take in the unseen.

They say it's my imagination They say I'm crazed They say it's not real But I'm not dazed I see them I hear them I know they are there Please , please help me I'm getting scared No one knows No one sees them They are like a ghost No one sees HIM This is insanity Faced by reality I wish it was fantasy It's not imaginary