of a film but I have left this again to the last minute of the day and am unable to do that. Instead, here’s a somewhat creepy-sounding tune from– you guessed it– Vanessa Carlton to set the Halloween mood. Really digging this song right now.
“Hear the Bells”
We were told one day to tell a scary story in one of my pitch classes at VFS but since I didn’t know any, I wrote a poem.
Dark Fairytale
Once upon a time
There was a girl with long blonde hair
Her looks were just to die for
And her beauty was oh so fair.
Up and down she walked the paths
At every waking day
With all her lovely joyful friends
She just loved to play.
And in the shadows came a figure
From the depths of dark
He swayed with every step he took
His face all riddled with marks.
“Come with me” he said to her,
As he offered out his hand.
“But who are you?” she politely asked
And he said “They call me the Triangle Man.”
And so they skipped, down the paths
Not once ever looking back
Until they stopped at a broken light
And frightful house of black
He led her in through the door
While she felt a little fear
But the Triangle Man calmed her down
“It’s just you and me here, my dear.”
She followed him up, up the stairs
Floorboards creaked with every step
He opened up a door for her
Saying, “This is where my pretties are kept.”
And when he opened that fateful door
She cried a terrible cry
For on the bed lay five little dolls
Girls who had been previously alive
The girl with long hair tried to move
But he made her want to play
A scream she tried but oh, despair
As he scooped her voice away
Her tongue he simply pinched it out
As he grabbed her life and her bones
He bent her pretty face in two
And her body became cold as stone.
With his long thin arms, he plunged his hand
Into her soft body with ease.
He licked the remnants of liver and lung
As he proceeded to pull out her knees.
A bucket was set aside
Containing a feast of her entrails
He tasted all her fingers
Till the blood ruptured through the nail
The long golden hair was all sliced away
Her scalp hanging off like a flap
And after that he took her spine
Chewed on it till it snapped.
A polka-dotted dress, a bow for her new hair
To her cheeks, a touch of red
And she finally took her rightful place
With the other dolls on the bed.
There was a girl with long blonde hair
But it doesn’t really matter
‘Cuz with the Triangle Man in the house of black
They all lived happily ever after.
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