In Memphis town, ‘neath skies of gray,A mystery stirred one fateful day.The year was nineteen eighty-two,And whispers crept where silence grew. Inside a church, so vast and wide,Where halls and chapels lived inside,Worked Headmaster Sam, a thoughtful man,With desk and bowl, and admin plan. But one late morn, in February’s chill,His bowl was empty—nuts gone […]
In Yorkshire’s lands on autumn’s breath,A tale unfolds of fear and death.September tenth, the year ‘eighty-seven,Brought whispers dark from earthly heaven. PC Ellis, calm and wise,Met two guards with haunted eyes.Steven Brooks and David too,Were strong of build but pale of hue. They told a tale so strange, so stark,Of ghostly chills out in the
In Flint, Michigan, late in May,Three friends crept in, just past the day.An old brick home once held the dead,Now shuttered tight—so rumors said. A funeral home, long left behind,With horror tales that gripped the mind.No entry sign, yet in they crept,While curious hearts in silence leapt. The door, though locked, gave way with ease,Like
In Georgia’s heart where waters glow,A spring once shone with neon flow.Radium Springs, a sight so rare,With shimmering blue and glowing air. At half past six on a warm May night,Two Navy friends sought thrill and fright.Donald Jaru, young and keen,And Murray, twenty-eight and lean. Though trained by force to brave the sea,They dove for
In September’s breeze of ‘eighty-five,A carriage came down lanes alive.From London’s streets to country side,Young Mary came, her grief to hide. A hundred miles she rode that day,To where her husband’s aunt did stay.She stood before the manor tall,A lonely guest with tears to stall. The maid received her with a grace,And showed her to
On a cold March night in twenty-twelve,In Ottawa’s ring, where the echoes swell,A man named Justin, just past forty,Stood nervous-eyed but stance held sporty. The crowd erupted, loud and wild,But doubt still gripped this golden child.For this was not just any fight—It was his first… beneath the light. They said, “He’s soft! He won’t survive.He’s
In the summer heat of ‘53,In Memphis town, where dreams run free,A man named Sam, with eyes so keen,Was cleaning up his music scene. His studio stood small, but proud,Amongst the city’s music crowd.He’d just wrapped up a church choir’s song,Resetting wires, he hummed along. You see, Sam’s place was quite unique—No need for fame
In Seoul one day in two-oh-nine,A man walked in with no spare dime.A manga café, warm and bright,Became his shelter from the fight. No snacks, no drink, he made no sound,Just grabbed his book and sat right down.The pages soaked with blood and fear,Yet in that world, he felt so near. The manga’s name? Battle
At five a.m. one summer day,In Auburn where the workmen stay,A man named Jeff, just twenty-five,Was up and ready, strong, alive. He grabbed a can from off the rack,Then strode the hall and didn’t look back.At Bastion Plating, parts were made,With chrome and tools, in heat they wade. His job was tough, the risk was
In Ontario’s woods, one peaceful day,Young Michael flipped through pics in May.Well, August, rather—summer’s gleam—Of diving deep and chasing dreams. Adrenaline ran in his blood,He scaled the peaks, he braved the floods.A knock then broke his quiet cheer,A frantic cop would soon appear. “A man is lost in yonder lake!We need your gear, for heaven’s
