5.43am
Jo turned up the thin track towards the top field. Pip ran ahead.
The thick #fog made his headtorch redundant, but it comforted him, nonetheless.
At the top field, Jo was met by Pip, silent, tail between her legs.
'Nice dog,' a voice called from the gloom.
A #poem inspired by the horror prompt 'grave'.
#Poetry #DarkPoetry #VSSMurder
📸 Blurred black and white photo gives the illusion of a child in a white dress, spinning. Image credit: Alexander Krivitskiy on Pexels.
Just three #horror fans out there?
November 3rd 2021 to January 2nd 2022 - originally posted under the #VssMurder hashtag - after they had packed up after Halloween...
Need some preamble to whet your appetite?
An abandoned house.
The original tenant missing.
A hysterical young woman in an insane asylum.
Many unsolved disappearances in the area.
One such as Mr Oak, might solve the mystery, but I shall tell the tale...
Soon.
A cliché, if ever there was one.
Motel from hell.
Crumbling bricks and mortar, shingles loose or lost.
A thunderstorm and a leaky roof.
No clients, but me.
#Dingy?
Sure, but it was perfect.
My latest "conquest" didn't think so, but a cut throat stopped her complaints.
Owen G. Richards
October 29th 2022
Stur Poet
Rueda
Owen G. Richards - ANTIFAscist