The Elusive, Dreadful Attire

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a narrative concerning a seriel killer wandering a school carnival, written as I think Poe would have done.

Submitted: April 22, 2008

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I walk slowly across the crowded midway, dodging bodies left and right. Oh, how my soul burns at the sight of their mindless carefree joy! How it makes me cringe! As my soul seems to set afire, their voices grow louder! Louder! Louder! Until the only sound is that dreadful laughter, my dread and my desire! The souls around fill me with hate and desire, for their dreadful, elusive, attire. The flames in my soul rise higher! Higher! Blood is my desire, my elusive attire. How I long for it all to end, for the desire of my soul afire. And again the flames rise higher; only the attire can douse this fire! And now at last the flames consume me, and the one thing that behooves me is the dreadful attire. How the joy around me destroys me, consumes me like a burning fire, eating slowly, ever so slowly, at what there remained left of my soul. Finally I can cope with the pain so longer, it must last no longer! I finally bathe myself in my dreadful, elusive, attire.


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