Welcome To The Dark Side🌘

Tick tock Another year,another death This family can’t go on without a last breath - A cave built for beer or a cave built beneath - Tragedy chased William first Tragedy shot Charlie last - But never without serving a blast To two that will never last - Was it a curse ? Or was it self murder in the blood ? An answer never known to man Only known to the spirits within the Lemp - Tick tock Time widens the contusion Never narrowing the illusion

I’ve always been hesitant when purchasing brand new houses but as soon as I laid eyes on the Oaklands I knew it was the one. It had to be mine. It’s ceramic tiles and wooden cabinets were screaming for me to put them out of their misery and make them mine. At the time,a lot of construction was surrounding the house so I couldn’t put it out of its misery straight away. On the left a new kindergarten was getting built,On the right workers were working on another house with a similar interior and right across from it,a children friendly park was getting finished up. I’ve always fantasized about having it all and this really seemed like the starting point. Sadly,I had to wait 2 weeks for it to get finalized and for the deal to be done,so everyday I bought my lunch at the corner store and drove by with my car to sit there and observe it’s magnificence all the while munching on my grilled cheese. It had become routine in those 2 weeks. I was beyond happy when I finally got to move in and make it my own,It was all I ever wanted now,the miniature vintage statues situated almost at every corner,the black and white Polaroids hung on its burgundy walls and the glass counter tops I brought from the fancy store at the neighboring store. Now all that all was well it was finally time to kick back and watch some old fashioned tv sitcoms. Before I could reach down to grab the tv remote off the floor I heard a wailing sob from the outside, as per usual I disregarded all fears I had and went on to turn the tv. 5 days later I woke up grogginess filling my entire being *muffled wailing and shouting* Why is it so dark out ? I wonder. Alarm : 5:30 AM Sighing I go back to sleep. 8 days later Woke up again Alarm : 5:30 AM *shouting gets quieter and quieter* *wailing turns to desperate whimpers* This again ? 10 days later Another day,another abnormal awakening …. Alarm : 5:30 AM Well this is getting bizarre I hear sirens. They’re off in the distance. I wish I hadn’t ignored all these signs. All these wails,all these screams for help and desperation. Now all I can do is stare at the lifeless body lying in front of me Chest still. No rise or fall. Blue skin covered in rock grey matter One which I later found out to be concrete There was a hint of a nauseating smell in the air. It was the unspoken fact that without the help of the concrete covering his pupil-less eyes and wide open mouth the smell of his rotting hands and guts would be one with the air. I Laid my feet there every day as I got to my SUV. I walked ON him while he was slowly excruciatingly accepting his death as he has lost all what’s human about him. Heck, I SAT on that sidewalk for cigarettes every night. The police later arrested the construction worker who worked on making the Walls of the Oaklands I so dearly loved. He got into a fight, pushed his friend over into the sidewalk he was working on,panicked and left him there. Somehow this didn’t get noticed by the men who covered up his body with cement or maybe it did ? I can never look at the Oaklands the same

Today’s shift at the diner didn’t last long so I decided to run around town for a little while then take the train home at 9 PM. It all went as planned. My anxiety prompted me away into the last cabin,as usual shying away from prying eyes. It seemed only natural that I make my way to the dimly lit seat at the end of the worn out cabin. Following my everyday routine, I get my headphones out,plug them in my ears proceeding to daydream and hum along to the beat. Usually I’d close my eyes and let my self be. Usually I feel secure knowing I’m alone and the likelihood of anyone getting on this cabin is very slim. However,the more I hummed the more I felt less secure. There was a second humming voice. Humming when I did and stopping when I did. Suddenly, the cabin doors slide open and the silhouette of a tall man makes its way towards me. I couldn’t see much seeing as how this cabin wasn’t in the best shape so I didn’t may him much mind. He was probably going to take a seat anywhere around me,maybe he felt more at peace sitting around someone than sitting alone at the other end of the arrangement. My eyes are focused on his white tattered sneakers as they get closer and closer. I decide to lift my gaze up to take a good look at the face behind the silhouette. He had an intimidating vibe I couldn’t keep eye contact for longer than 10 seconds. But from the looks of it he had to be in his mid 30s,his scruffy skin and his now prominent eye bags giving away his age. Now,he was standing directly in front of me,2 inches away at best. Doing nothing but staring at me, smiling.