What to play, what to play on this very special day. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming to watch me play. He will sit right there...

A long time ago, when man was young and wild. Before their hearts were corrupted and defiled. There was a forest that was deep, dark,...

1. The wind blew through his hair, it was dark brown but the gray that had been slowly creeping in had taken a strong hold now. Salt and...

By David Vorhees Chapter 1. 1. She grabbed her bag and opened her front door. She almost stepped on them not paying attention, but...

Chapter 1 1 They brought her out, hands tied behind her back. Her hair, dripping wet from water constantly being poured over her head to...

With one hand, he pressed down on the pump top as he held the other hand under the nozzle when he heard that all too familiar “splat”...

By David Vorhees He woke up with a start. It was just a bad dream he thought to himself. He couldn’t remember the dream exactly but it...

By David Vorhees “Awake!” I heard a voice tell me. “Wake up fraud.” It said as I rose from deepened state of sleep. I rubbed my eyes...

by David Vorhees “Hello.” He said to the man standing before him. He was lean and tall, seemed even taller with the stove top hat he...

Young and old. Death be so bold. Life growing in-between Everything that wilts was once green. Day is night, the end the beginning Death...

By David Vorhees 1. “Dud uh- dud id dud id duh, duddid duddud id- dud uh duddid duddid dudda duh.” Or that’s how it sounds in my...

By David Vorhees The Demon Inside of me, Always here, I’m never free, Sometimes he whispers, sometimes he shouts. Laughing as he...

By David Vorhees He sat in silence. His only thought was about her. She had left him weeks ago; said she had met someone else, that...

By David Vorhees He sits there on a bench he purchased just for moments like this. It’s early fall, just as the leaves are beginning...

Death awaits us all. everyone of us will fall. No one escapes death, We all take our final breath. We don’t know how, where, or...

Night covers the land. The witching hour is at hand. From the shadows he hails Few survive to tell to tell tales. The flesh of...

By David Vorhees I sit here in an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere, I am sitting here waiting, terrified of what is about to...

The Night I met the Devil Not long ago I met the Devil. I know what you must be thinking that it was my imagination or I was dreaming or...

The Conversation By David Vorhees “Who goes there?” The man said. “ I know someone is there, who are you?” “Me, I am no one.”...

Dolls By David Vorhees They surround me at night Always moving out of sight Always watching me wherever I go Following me ever so slow I...