The 12 Spirit Witches of Shudder View Mist

THE 12 SPIRIT WITCHES OF SHUDDER VIEW MIST 2019/01/20 Was the address given to us, and was betwixt Tall trees whose branch’s looked like shadows Lightening made them look like monsters affixed, Hanging dead, and the immediate thunder chose To shriek and a scream, a sound all in one Wave after wave like a machine gun! Tim spotted the manor, dark, which looked like hell, We nervously approached and rang the bell. A grey haired woman, at least an age of a hundred year, Opened, do come in, we are busy regaining our youth, Stay and watch, see dark magic with babies, learn the truth! You wrote to us, wanting to meet us, we are spirits, this fear, She thrust a knife deep into a baby’s heart, not a sound, Baby had been drugged, blood spilled all around, The witches threw their bundles on the ground, Slurped up the blood like maddened dogs, chanting The more important one, scooped up more blood, decanting , It into a bowl, we had to get out of this haunted, horrible manor, Frenzied, I grabbed Tim’s arm and ran, throwing a spanner Into their plans, we had been there all night, the babies would die, I prayed fervently to Our Divine, looking high into the sky. Tim had phoned the cops and mom and dad, dad was a tough guy, They ran in, rescued the remaining 11 babies, and shot the witches, Who not human, crumpled into dirt, and thrown into ditches! Entered in" One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest"