In the pub warm and
snug
Drunk on too much beer
They listen to the
ghostly tales
Popular this time of
year
As the pub lights grow
dim
The whispering story
enfolds
About the old grave
digger
Whose body now lies
cold
.
His body it was found
last week
And what a terrible
sight
There was a line across
his neck
But he had died of
fright
Around his neck some
finger marks
His chest was laid bare
Lying on his
dishevelled bed
With bulging eyes that
stare
.
Load of trash the young
man said
A stranger to the town
You wouldn’t stay in
his old house
The challenge was put
down
A bet I hear the young
man said
A wager it would be
To spend a night in the
old house
And the horrors he will
see
.
Into the house the
young man went
At the ending of the
day
The door behind him was
locked
And the town folk
walked away
The wood was damp no
fire glowed
The room was cold and
chill
Sitting in the rocking
chair
The bed would make him
ill
.
He soon dropped off to
sleep
In the rocking chair
creaking
Then came the loud
strange noise
Between a scream and
speaking
On the bed he was
transfixed
It seemed to beckon him
As if the horrors of
the night
Were about and closing
in
.
On the bed he saw a
shape
It took on human form
Walking to the bedside
glow
That was getting warm
A hand shot up around
his throat
And dragged him on the
bed
He was struggling for
his life
With something far from
dead
.
Around the neck of this
fiend
Of murderous incline
There was a stone on
string
He grabbed and made a
line
Twisting pulling at the
string
The demon began to
choke
He felt he was winning
And then the string
broke
.
Grabbing hands on the
throats
In unison they went
Who would be the
survivor?
Of this ghostly torment
The hands upon the
young mans throat
Eased and he broke free
As he collapsed upon
the bed
In survival ecstasy
.
The morning bright and
early
The town folk did
return
To see if the young man
had fled
And the wager they
would earn
They found the man
lying
Face down upon the bed
Sobbing so incoherent
Not sure what he said
.
Who was the old
gravedigger?
Describe how he
appeared
A man showed him a
photograph
He had seen before he
feared
The young man took his
wager
As the experience did
unravel
Cursing all the demons
Playing with time
travel
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