Poem -

Plot no.666

Plot no.666

Plot no.666, a restricted area, was a 

haunted mental asylum, patients were

tortured and burn't to death.

Now powers of darkness lurks within,a

demonic sanctuary for evil, angry and

restless souls seeking revenge for their

death.

Legions of demons possess the body of 

Visitors that dare enter this forbidden place,

evil manifestations take place.

They become a vessel for unclean spirits, a 

home for angry and violent spirits seeking

to rob,kill and destroy.

Do not enter plot no.666,a restricted area,

darkness lurks within, a place of no return.

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Cleo Tomi Ola

Hey Steph, chilly write,you got me checking my map, :-). Great job. Cheers.

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Stephanie Iyavu

Thanks Cleo, this poem is autually based on the latest Hindi horror movie that I watched today called plot no.666. Decided to do a write on it.

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Lucas Lazar

A spooky poem that can be used to write the screenplay for a novel of terror. Lunatic asylums, prisons and all the buildings built to accommodate people pain, within its walls keep secrets, loneliness, mystery, horror and desolation and doesn't matter much the estate number, that number belongs to the superstition, wicked spirits and evil entities are hidden behind any number.

666 plot did not seem to clash of the rest of the adjoining farms, but once clipped the rusted barbed wire that marked its boundaries the blue sky became gray, green grass turned into weed and although from the old asylum just there were a few stones, in the air is could breathe all the suffering, all the agony and all the horror that inhabited a day inside the building.

A greeting.

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