Down by the River.

Down by the river in the muddy waters,

They found her love,

Dead with pieces of flesh missing,

Scratches marked his body up,

What could have happened to him,

She didn’t have a clue,

As she told the police,

She was at home in bad mood,

Though this didn’t mean she did anything,

They only ever fought over silly things,

But she got a strange message,

And a terrifying miss call,

The love of her life,

Screaming, while a deep, gruff voice growled

“Come now, why don’t we have a talk.”

The police was stooped,

They didn’t understand,

Was it something supernatural,

Did something nonhuman kill this man,

The case went cold,

And the man was cremated,

The woman was heart broken,

Her mind disintegrating,

Whispers plagued the small town,

Blaming the wife for a death that even she didn’t understand,

While blissfully unaware of the monster in the woods who was lurking,

Ready to pounce once again.

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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