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Misty Meadows Pop Reel!!! (finished poem)

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As the drive moves slowly through meadow,

with lights glaring down at the soil.
The crickets chirping, echoing,
animals hiding, low.

Stopping at a decent camp spot,
they set up while someone is watching them.
Sharing campfire stories by the fire,
soon enough, they all go to bed, all hot.

The night runs by, the sun replacing,
as campers wake up from their slumber.
Not knowing who they will find ahead,
either alive or dead on the ground, lying.

The campers, their friend left with the car,
so they shrugged it off and left for the hike.
Walking on the gravel road,
passed a danger sign, without knowing.
In the distance they see a big metal figure in front of a tree,
they run towards to check what it is.

Slowly realizing it looks just like their car,
gas coming out, when they walk toward the side door.
It was their friend with his face obliterated with no sign of breathe,
in utter terror, they try to call 911 but theres no service so far.
As they try and try, there demolished friend wakes up saying,
"It was wrong to come here, theres nowhere to go and your left to die!", leaving a scar.

As he laughs maniacally and his corpse deteriorating,
his friends barfing from the grotesque horror.
His corpse crumbling to the floor, into ashes,
pungent, nauseating smell through the window.
One of the campers decides to run into the woods,
half of the campers follow him as the others run back to camp. like they're racing.

Running through the woods to find their friend,
soaring through the branches and bushes.
Coming to a complete stop in the middle of a field,
seeing his friend laying down, breathless.
As they run toward him, they were to late,
his lifeless body, asthma coming first the kill.

The corpse breaks and twists into the hole in the ground,
vanishing without a sight as the hole fills up.
"I cant take this anymore, Jeff's dead and now Josh?!", Ashley said, terrified,
"What are we going to do, we cant even get a signal!", Tim said.
"Lets get back to the camp! I'm feeling in secure.",
Running back to the glaring light of flames, at the speed of sound.

As darkness removes the gleaming light of the sun,
they huddle around the fire.
"Lets have a good nights rest. Tomorrow we'll surely find help.", says Tim.
"Yeah, ok, goodnight guys.", says Ashley.
They all go to there tents for a good nights rest,
the mysterious voice echoes,"Something will happen tonight, it's going to be fun!".

Within crisp midnight, moving closer to Ashley's tent,
silent through each step, opening the tents curtain.
Gas traveling out like a fog machine,
dragging the body into the woods.
Into the underground prison bunker, where lies a tiger,
throwing the unconscious corpse, into the vicious animal's cell, horrid scent.

Slowly waking up to see her body tear, limb from limb, screaming in agony.
as the river of blood drips out of the tigers mouth.
Sun floating, the moon drifting off,
Tim waking up to a sudden scream,
Quickly running out of his tent, Jennifer on the ground,
"Shes gone, no..no..no! Why her! Why not me!", Jennifer weeps, losing sanity.

"We're going to find her, its going to be ok Jenni!", Tim says, comforting her,
"How will we find her? A blood trail on the ground, huh?!", Jennifer loudly remarked.
"Jennifer....just please trust me.", says Tim,
"Ok..ok i will.", Jennifer says, as her weeping stops.
Walking on an unknown trail, finding foot prints,
the shape of the bottom of a boot, how convenient, following, as their feet get sore.

Walking, until they came to a hidden cabin,
coming up to the steps as blood stains fill the cracks.
Jennifer knocks on the door, "This is urgent!", Tom says, busting open the door,
the door swinging with a loud screech,"That made too much noise, Tim!", Jennifer says.
"Sorry, lets just try to keep quite for now.", Tom whispers. "Yeah.", Jennifer whispers back.
The decrepit wooden floors creaks with every step, lurking in the shadows was a grin.

"We should stick together.", Tim insisted.
"Agreed, where should we go first to search for her?", Jennifer asks.
As the piercing screams of their friend echoing through the halls,
they quickly run upstairs, while their friend keeps screaming, they bust open the bedroom.
Seeing Ashley tied into a chair, a sharp blade next to her,
Tom runs to her, ground breaking, his foot stuck the floor as his ankle twisted.

"Untie Ashley, Now!", Tom said with a yell,
getting her unbound as Tim struggles to get his foot out.
"Come on Tim! Im not leaving you!", Jennifer says, crying,
"You have to! Now go!", Tim says. The two running toward the back door.
He struggles and struggles, loosing all hope, until he met his fate,
the killer chopped his head off clean, his head falling and rolling on the floor, sinking down to hell.

Running with no point in going back,
reaching a stop at the entrance.
Locked, the two jumped over and ran to the nearest building,
It was a café, one worker, all alone.
Running up to the worker to tell what had happened,
"Isn't it fun?", The old lady asked, as the walls crack.

"Watching the victims suffer as our entertainment.",
Jennifer asks,"Our? Who are they? Who are you?".
The old lady's face melted, revealing a demon,
"You'll be stuck with us forever!", in a demon like voice.
Frozen in fear, blood dripping from the walls,
as the depths of hell devour them underneath, in descent.

The building crumbles to the ground,
sinking through the snow, leaving debris.
A group of people walk by,
"This is the remains of the café 100 years ago.".
"They took it down after the incident in 1920." the tourist says,
"No one knows what happened that day.".
The hands of the two girls, shot up out of the snow, that none have found.

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Update #4 : by SpowzyThePoet 09/20/2015 3:28:28 pmSep 20th, 2015

added last part, its now finished
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09/10/2015 9:13 pm
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O_O wow....it makes you think.....
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09/11/2015 8:34 am
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It's good! But it definitely makes ya think......
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09/10/2015 10:02 pm
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