Spooktober

In honor of Halloween being less than two weeks away, I thought we could have a spooky writing challenge based on some favorite movies I found through IMDb's list (top 100 Halloween movies). I was going to initially do this as a contest but thought it may take too long with voting etc (we're all winners here!). So please choose any movie title below as your poem title (you can post to your account and change it if you'd like) and either be inspired by the title alone, or by the movie plot. Also, feel free to share your favorite go-to movie for this time of year and use that if it's not listed on here. The general theme is horror, not necessarily Halloween. Just let your ghouls and ghosts out, let the spirits move you, and have fun! Feel free to post here on this thread :)

_________________________

"It"
"Saw"
"The Fog"
"Creepshow"
"Phantasm"
"Night of the Living Dead"
"Beetlejuice"
"House on Haunted Hill"
"The Birds"
"Young Frankenstein"
"Hellraiser"
"Jeepers Creepers"
"Something Wicked This Way Comes"
"In the Tall Grass"
"Children of the Corn"
"A Nightmare on Elm Street"
"The House that Dripped Blood"
"The Exorcist"
"Pet Sematary"
"Sleepy Hollow"
"Army of Darkness"
"In the Mouth of Madness"
"The Silence of the Lambs"
"Poltergeist"
"The Omen"
"House of Wax"
"Drag Me to Hell"
"Little Shop of Horrors"
"The Thing from Another World"
"The Wicker Man"
"The Changeling"
"Rosemary's Baby"
"The Shining"
"Corpse Bride"
"Psycho"

Rosemarys Baby has been my all time favorite movie in this genre. Im taking that title... whoooot

Rosemary's Baby
by Maple Tree

As if the lights flickered during a night of passion-
demonic transformation takes a hold of a womb
like a serpent wrapping its tail around a twig.

Squeezing the life out of purity as chanting
from forks bang tables and blood drips from
curtains during a wicked thunderstorm.

Umbilical cord holds secret messages
from the devil himself and I can't begin
to describe whats it doing to my uterine core.

Horned ideas and withered emotions
become clear to me that I have birthed
a monstrous soul... hollow eyes that
will never see the light of day.

Nightmares shadow a spine that always
looks between cracks before speaking
to a man with a forked tongue.

My baby delivered unto me
like Frankenstein's love child
and I had no choice but to obey
this evil encounter- the movie
had horrible acting but I loved
the ending nonetheless.

Dead's Alive

A morbid turn of thought has led me here-
At night, where all the dead do rest in earth
How sickly strange the soil, knows how I fear-
This graven yard of death, and deathly birth.

To then torment myself, I visit hers;
The grave upon my heart and on my love
I taunt an older spell, a book refers:
"bring whom lay here, their spirit from above,

Let none the hardened soil halt thy path
Revive this parted soul and gift her air;
To crawl from out the deathly calls of wrath
To walk upon her ghastly bed to fair,

If this be done then I do promise thee;
My soul unto the force that gifts her 'wake,
Relinquish then this body's husk and be
Where I am deemed to whom her soul's remake".

I wait reply, with none a hope in breath,
But sweeps a gust of wind about her leaves
And there an eerie chatter out of death!
'By God!' I thought, is this to be, she breathes?

The leafage seemed to hear and then responds-
With whispers 'mongst the rustle... 'here she be,'
Without no pause, the mound implodes! With fonds-
Then whirling, whispers weeping, to then see:

Out crawls my frailed, deceased, beloved Ruth
Whose form still bears the scars of death decays,
I'm stilled by horrid screams of torrid truth
'What have I done to you?' my love dismays.

Her falling jaw with eyes of pain, now speaks....
'now 'tis below thine self must claim this grave,'
It's then do I recall, as terror wreaks;
That I did bargain then, my soul to slave.

By unseen force, I fall deep in the hole
And lay inside her coffin, ready splayed;
As still as dead, my light in life have stole
As closed the cast with dirt upon me laid.

Entombed, I scream, but none alive can hear;
By love I lived and love's me buried here!

These are so good! Keep it up ;)

Here's mine:

"It"

it follows you home from school,
trailing behind bicycle tires
but you never see a face.

it watches you from the closet,
as you try to settle into sleep
and convince yourself that
demons won't chase you here.

you're safe at home
yet it shadows your darkest thoughts.

it will leave for awhile
then return when you're older,
only to ambush any solid foundations
you've made.
it desires to see you crumble,
to see you cry out into the night;
it mimics every fear your childlike self
always thought was possible to defeat.