Dreadfully Delightful: when you willingly subject yourself to terror

Poem ~

I remember the night I grabbed your arm in fear
and you laughed and scolded, “be careful what you wish for, my dear.”
But how was I to know that the old ghost stories were true
that if you called upon the spirits they would find their way to you.
I  was told it was a game, played with your closest friends
and that at the stroke of midnight is when the fun begins.
And so we  gathered around the table, holding hands by candlelight
and we summoned ghostly spirits from the dark of night.
We delighted in the terror of what we didn’t know
and conjured up spirits from a portal deep below.
Let this be a warning for those who think this fun
once the spirits come for you there is no place to run!

7 thoughts on “D – Dreadfully Delightful

  1. Oh gosh! I just hope I sleep peacefully tonight, after reading this one now, an hour before bed time!
    I have been curious about that game, actually. But, no, I have no guts whatsoever to even dream of playing it! 😛

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