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There’s something in my house, and its voice is dark and lovely.
Its song has lasted hours now, and the lyrics never change.
I can’t tell where it’s coming from, but I checked under the bed.
In the closet. The attic. The basement. I can’t find it anywhere.
I’ve turned off all the lights, and it still will not come out.
Things are going missing or being moved around.
I thought I saw a figure in the mirror, but only for a moment.
A ghost. A woman. She vanished, but I hear her in the walls.
Singing softly, sweetly. The sound it makes me tired.
I wake up in my bed to the darkness and the cold.
There is no sound, but I feel her presence beside me.
I turn to face the thing in my bed, and I’m taken back at her appearance.
Her eyes glow white with no pupils.
Her dark curly hair is pulled back into two bows.
She is a pretty horror with a smile too wide for her face.
She kisses me and my blood freezes, I cannot move or breathe.
Soon, I feel nothing. All I see is darkness.
I rise once more after fainting, the sun peeks in from outside.
I have the urge to sing, with a voice that is not mine.
Bruno Santos of darkcornerbooks, illustrates some lesser known creatures of the dark. Like the Japanese legend of the ghost whale, Bake-kujira or the Manananggal of the Philippines, which is a vampire like creature that can sever its torso and take flight to capture its next victim.
They are all really interesting and creepy.
THIS is the tumblr for darkcornerbooks.
me @ myself: ok bitch time to get over it
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