The Grist Mill Horror
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The grist mill stands by the side of the lake
A bustling flour mill of yesteryear
An eerie place where many people died
If you go inside you will sense the fear.
John Grist the miller was a psychopath
Well known for his outbursts of drunken rage
Those that upset him would incur his wrath
Like William Jones who asked for his wage.
Grist was very drunk and went for his gun
Shot young William until he dropped dead
Then shot the workforce before they could run
The floor of the mill was covered blood red.
Grist mill is haunted, don’t go there at night
The dead still moan and you might die of fright.
Written 25th May 2018
GRISTMILL CONTEST SPONSORED BY CRAIG CORNISH.
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018
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