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The AD Massacure (KK)

To celebrate the ending of the Horror Serie's I did my first Horror Painting for an illustration :-)<br>

Blood red evil spirits raced through the thundering clouds,

An army of hellions ledby Serial killer Kate.

In full-unleashed fury they came down on the shocked authors,

Shrieks filled the air as the demons raced into the Den Ports.

The authors where stunned by the evil onslaught.

Lisa Cannons ran out of the office with Theresa close behind,

They started running and screaming for the lightworkers,

Red spinning lights flashed through the halls as warnings,

As sirens squealed into the horror filled halls of Authorsden.

Kates laughter could heard on this day of Terror.

Authors where stunned and puzzled by this event,

Many whispered to each other from underneath tables,

What has happened? I thought Kate was only killing a few at a time?

Who will save us from this horror that has been unleashed?" The Death count was rising by the deadly hour.

Screams echoed as shadows of demons descended.

Was this the end of AuthorsDen?

Would there be no stopping Kate?

Would there be any authors to tell the tale?

In the background a few voices are heard:

"It’s not my fault," Kate said in pure innocence, "they started it!"

Who started it?

The readers of course! How?

With their reviews, of course! Mistress of darkness……Dark Shadows, the Twilight Zone, what can I say? I just had to kill with it!!!!!

The Wrong Way

She's chosen her path to go straight to hell,
Ignored the red sign that said wrong way.
The ice formed over her warm beating heart.
A path of coldness was for her self-protection.
No one could touch her with loving words.
She died completely alone in her cold, icy bed.
Her eyes frozen open with a look of horror.

Tree Stories

If there is a tree with a story, I will know it.
I will feel it as I walk through the woods.
I'll be drawn to its energy and life force.
What story does this tree have, I wonder?
As I look into its surprised appearance.
It branches have been removed for safety,
After an icestorm blew through its land.
Is it shocked that it has been dismembered?
Does it understand the ways of mankind?
I wonder; is it now plotting an evil plan,
For revenge upon the man that hurt him?
Will another branch coming falling swiftly,
Upon the man who cut his ancient limbs?
If there is a tree with a story, I will know it.
I will feel it as I walk through the woods.
I'll be drawn to its energy and life force.
What story does this tree have, I wonder?

Follow Me!

Come follow me into the darkness of my mind.
Where the full moon shines over the fog.
The tree branches snap in the wind.

Come follow me down this path so dark
Hear the sounds of people screaming.
Blood is oozing through their skin

Come follow me to the time of darkness.
Feel the chill of Deaths long fingers.
See the horror of the broken bones.

Come follow me as I sink into the ground.
So you have followed me this far?
Now we are both, down and under.
The Spirit Within

I heard the voice whispering softly to me.
"Come over to here, let me be your guide.
Come closer I am here for you to see."
Guided I moved towards the talking tree,
"Spirit in the tree why do you speak to me?"
No true words spoken, just thoughts flowing,
Just sensations as I moved towards the tree.
I felt its need to share its sad story with me.
"Come closer no need for the growing fear.
I will not hurt you, you are welcomed here."
No visual appearance to give me a clue,
But the feeling grew, I had to touch it.
Strong energy flowed from the tree to me.
Thoughts of spirits floating and moving,
Dancing from tree to tree, come catch me!
"No need to worry, you are welcomed here.
It is not you that have made us so very sad.
It is them that hurt us so bad, so very bad."
Who hurt you my mind asked? No answer.
"Oh spirit of the trees who has hurt you?"
The knowledge is now hidden, no energy.
A feeling to go no further, nothing over there.
A man hiding and laughing within the trees.
He does not want to be seen and will not be.
Sometimes he is angry and other times smiling.
Many are hiding within the trees, watching.
There is an untold story attempting to unfold.
The truth of what happened is hidden there.
I know this, but they tell me nothing else.
What happened? my mind keeps asking.
Another time, the tree whispers in my mind.

Killer Frog

Lookout! Killer Frog
He will eat all your kitties.
You will run and hide.
Escaping from the Killer.
In the darkness you will die.
Night of Darkness

Oh ye of little faith, as the terror of this night races into your soul.
Bewitched is your heart, by the demon that laughs from the pits of hell.
The haunting sounds of cold winds blowing through the darkened skies.
Beware human; the black cat is howling its song of praise to the full moon.
Knowing of the secret that awaits you, as you come closer to me on this night.
Do I scare you as the creaking branches from dead trees sway in your way?
Can you taste the blood of many as you gain entrance to my humble home?
Are you feeling the fear of those fools that have come to me before you?
Thunder echo's in the cave as the light from the full moon fades away.
Lighting flash's dark shadows in the depths of this death trap I call home.
You scream as you come across the demon from your worst nightmares.
Yes this has been your greatest fear, as you stare at your own reflection.