'Clara, I'm home! '
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I haven't ever written horror before, so decided of doing a horror collab, this time!
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@poeticworld
@whoknowsreally
@hayha
@dearpoetri

'Clara, I'm home! '

Feeling insecure, Clara hesitates and looks around while narrating her story,

She began losing upon her glory,

Darkness covers her

and a flashback from her childhood reminds her of those miserable and fearful days,

As always, playing hide and seek, joyful as always.

 A group of bandits enter with each having a robbery bag,

Clara inhales deeply, ignoring the annoying swag.

Shortly those robbers escaped opening the crime scenes,

Dead bodies of her own parents and siblings were dug infront of her, due to this she still prevents watching horror means.

@poeticworld

Back to present day Clara is walking when suddenly.. Something scares her to the bone.

Next to her a trailer is playing, not so scary on its own. 

Seeing the title however, she has no more need to roam. 

Shakingly she reads the dreading words: 'Clara, I'm home!'  

Facing the screen she spreads her eyes and sees, 

Facing the screen she spreads her eyes and sees,  The uncaught robbers pointing guns at her parents begging please.

Facing the screen she spreads her eyes and sees,  The uncaught robbers pointing guns at her parents begging please. She can't believe her eyes and blinks once more, 

Facing the screen she spreads her eyes and sees,  The uncaught robbers pointing guns at her parents begging please. She can't believe her eyes and blinks once more,  Only to see her dead parents there again, on the floor.

Facing the screen she spreads her eyes and sees,  The uncaught robbers pointing guns at her parents begging please. She can't believe her eyes and blinks once more,  Only to see her dead parents there again, on the floor. @whoknowsreally

Chills shiver down my spine like trickling water,

Goosebumps appearing on my skin, as my mind sees my dead father

All that surrounds me is the past, I’m just caught in its nets.

Tangled, like a fish that doesn’t have enough strength.

They never caught the murderer, it’s still an open case.

They never caught the murderer, it’s still an open case. This killer is still living, breathing, I could never forget his face.

They never caught the murderer, it’s still an open case. This killer is still living, breathing, I could never forget his face. It’s ingrained in my mind like the sands on a beach,

They never caught the murderer, it’s still an open case. This killer is still living, breathing, I could never forget his face. It’s ingrained in my mind like the sands on a beach, Yet I’ll still watch the movie because this isn’t my parents murdering scene.

@hayha

Behind the doors were somber.

Behind the doors were somber. It has been a long time,

Behind the doors were somber. It has been a long time, But the shades of the movie theater smelt like the scene of a crime.

Behind the doors were somber. It has been a long time, But the shades of the movie theater smelt like the scene of a crime. A dark place with scarlet seats,

And a movie unmistakably flashing  a story of a piece of her past

Everyone else was enjoying it like a treat,

But Clara could only hear  the screams she made that eve

And the laugh of the killer,  she didn’t know was sitting behind her.

@dearpoetri

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