DEATH I CANNOT BEAR

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

Tourists disappear into the thin air.

One day they are right here.

The next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

MEAN KITTY

Heathers Animations

Are you surprised?

Well, so am I.

I didn’t expect you.

Don’t open strange doors.

Now, go away.

Meow.

BLACK CAT OUIJA

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THE BLACK CAT

The moon will rise high in the night sky.

A full-face it will show.

Far away, I must go.

This Friday I’ll miss.

“Goodbye,” I now hiss.

THE END IS HERE

I can see in the dark night.

I can see a deadly fight.

The small town is about to fall.

No one will be left here at all.

More shadows come to the town.

One is wearing a gold crown.

The trade winds grow in force.

I’ll meow till I’m hoarse.

Bells ring around us.

I won’t make a fuss.

Time has come to an end.

To The Dead, I won’t bend.

THE DEAD GAME

MEAN KITTY

Heathers Animations

 

Are you surprised?

Well, so am I.

I didn’t expect you.

Don’t open strange doors.

Now, go away.

Meow.

A HORROR TALE

(Source: seriallier)

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

Oasis it is not.

More of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

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DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

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Esteban Maroto

DOES CURIOSITY ALWAYS KILL THE CAT?

My heart pumps fear through my veins,

bringing me anguish and pains.

Why must I be the curious one?

The one who can’t let the deed be done.

I must follow the noises to the basement,

where something is making an awful statement.

A voice called to me from my rumpled bed.

The sound echoed endlessly in my head.

I descend the stairs to the darkness below.

The noises combine to form a loud bellow.

A hiss hits my ear as claws rake my arm.

My silly cat thinks I mean him some harm.

I offer soothing words but he wants to flee.

Just as the door shuts and locks behind me.

The light bulb goes out leaving me in the dark.

Do I now hear a dog’s whimper and shrill bark?

Chills taunt me as I go down the dark stairs.

Following the whimpering and stray hairs.

Feathers float in front of me.

I don’t know what this can be.

I step on something squishy and soft.

I find a light and hold it aloft.

I lift my foot and the tail retreats

to the chair where it has hidden treats.

With the bright lantern held high,

I search for the source of a sigh.

My neighbor sits with her panting pals

of the furry sort in guys and gals.

“Am I also welcome to the party?”

I ask the pig-tailed girl, laughing hearty.

She replies, “Of course, you are, my dear neighbor,”

A point she refuses to belabor.

I join the circle on the floor,

as the cats and dogs eat some more.

Cake and cookies for all the guests,

even ones who have been great pests.

My black cat joins in with tail held high,

sniffing at the desserts and brown pie.

At least this story has a happy ending.

No one wants another tale to be pending.

A HORROR TALE

 (Source: seriallier)

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

An Oasis it is not,

Much more of a horror spot.

Tourists disappear

into the thin air.

One day they’re right here.

Next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE DEAD ARE COMING!

 
I just read The Dead Game
and I was frightened.
Vampires, wolves, and human vampires.
I believe I’m going to hide under the bed.

The Dead are coming! 

The Dead are coming!
Meow!

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

STRANGE

Why is there a big cat in my bedroom?

Am I awake or still sleeping?

It’s watching me.

Waiting for something.

Go away!

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Oh no!

Now my clock has come to life.

Its eyes are ticking back and forth.

Is it my cat or my clock?

Stranger and stranger.

Cats.

There are cats everywhere.

Staring at me.

Help!

Do you feel a little strange?

Your eyes are blurry.

Kindly step away from the computer.

KEEP AWAY

Keep away from this place.

Don’t want to see your face.

Witchcraft is my own tool.

I won’t be made a fool.

The Dead don’t belong here.

The undead I won’t bear.

A perfect paradise of green and blue.

And not polluted by the likes of you.

THE DEAD GAME