The Fear

The Fear

A Poem by Lanaia Lee
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I was so excited when you said we were going to Europe especially the United Kingdom
Upon arrival, it seemed I had been transported to a place where people had total respect and reverence for other
Then you tell me we are going to explore a castle, one of a reputation of being haunted, according to legend some of the residents there paid a tremendous sum
We are going to Chillingham Castle, in Chillingham, Alnwick Northumberland, UK, according to everyone, there is not a castle like this in Britain, no where is there another.
 
The legends I have heard about this place, can make one's blood run cold
Definitely a place where one not want to be alone
I have always heard the ghosts of this place are not shy and very bold
Some people that have stayed here I know, were scared by the spirits, when in the bewitching hour, the presence of the spirits would take hold.
 
Upon arrival we join a tour, one that would take us through this entire place
It is so interesting, because I have a passion for history
Looking at antiques, we get separated from the group that was touring this place
We call out, it is starting to get dark, but everyone is gone, there is no one to hear our cries and pleas.
 
We found some candles, this would be the only light we had
We carefully walk, as we try to find a door, so this place we could escape
The situation we have gotten ourselves into is very bad
Because we know the paranormal, our minds, they soon would rape.
 
We keep walking and so far nothing unusual, has occurred
We have walked so far, it's like this place is endless
Finding ourselves in the dungeon, a place where the imagination can run rampant, telling one things that any other time would seem absurd
We soon start to hear disembodied voices, this is very scary to this I must confess.
 
Then out of no where, we see a bloody man, as he looks at us he groans
Now this really scares us, as we try our best to find a way out
Soon we are back upstairs, try to find a way out as our fear has only grown
Finally we see a door that leads out side, we are free, to this place being haunted in my mind there remains no doubt.



 

© 2008 Lanaia Lee


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Lanaia Lee
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Lanaia Lee is a 46-year-old stroke survivor that suffered a stroke at 35 due to high blood pressure. Her disease is called erratic hypertension. Ever since the stroke Lanaia has been in a wheelchair b.. more..

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