Entry 268: BWL&L: The Flower

In a place so dark & grey

Lay a plant for which never decays

A flower of the reddest red

Stands tall in a land that is the deadest of the dead

The ruins where once stood a castle stood

Now is home to a beautiful flower

Any who’ve tried to pluck it wound up dead


Or something on events of a somewhat similar thread

A curiosity to be sure

Seeing as it rains here constantly

Rarely is there a ray of sun to be had

Perplexed are souls who pass by it

Furthermore the land it stands on is haunted

In many ways, by twisted things

All around this flower

Spirits of the dead scream

The purpose of the flower?

No one knows

Many believe it could be the key to immortality

If someone were to know the proper spell

Alas these are legends ever old

That from generation to generation have been told

Nothing about this flower is truly known

Save for the fact

It is a thing of beauty

In the midst of a land

That breeds only Death

-The Flower-




Entry 260: Fates Fantasy

Film is a beautiful thing

It captures a moment

In a way someone’s soul

It can make us smile

It can make us cry

It has the power to engage us

Which is why

The curious case of Primly Drive

Fascinates Black Winter residents

On this drive sits a theater

It goes by the name Fates Fantasy

In this theater the power of immortality

…Of a sort…

One who’s lost all hope

Or is strong in the belief

Their fate will be much better

May visit this place

Taking a chance on being chosen

To live a never ending

Happy eternity

For it is here

That the owner sits

She goes by the name Fate

She is a high class woman

Who makes a simple claim…

She only wishes to give souls

A chance at a happier existence

Depending on the soul

This could be true

It could even happen to you!

Curious to know the process?

Well if you wish to go for a show

Simply pay for a ticket


If you’re here for a chance at a better existence

Then make an appointment with Fate

You’ll be brought to a room

Where you’ll speak to her personally…

First you will be asked a series of questions

Pertaining to your existence


Fate uses magic

To put your soul into a film

Another world completely


This also means you die

If you are still among the living

Also, one should note

If it is deemed the entrant is undeserving

They will be cast into a darker part of this

Film world

Forced to live a different form of death

Each film


The parameters for the decision?

These are not entirely known


If you’ve come to Primly Drive

Seeking this way out

Instead of simply to see a show

You are likely among the desperate


The extremely confident


For once put into film

In time,

The projector itself

Makes new films

Starring the souls inside

…This continues endlessly…

Depending upon a souls fate

This could be eternal bliss

Or possibly

Never ending suffering

Some have been cast into horror films

Doomed to die again & again

Others are the stars

Of much happier tales

Blessed to live happily

…Forever more…



If you wish to take a chance

On a form of escape

Take a stroll

To Primly Drive

Make an appointment first

Then when it is time

Knock on Fate’s door

Once let in

She’ll ask you of your existence

Be honest,

Whether you were a kind soul

Or someone full of hate

By the time you enter for an appointment

It’s too late to escape

You can only hope

That honesty might sway the decision

Of where you wind up ultimately…

For sometimes a thief

Can wind up in happiness

Forgiven for their sins

Other times…

A Saint

Left in eternal despair

Simply based on a seemingly harmless lie

About the state of their lives…

Though this is a means of escape

Regardless of your fate

You should take heed

It’s basically trading your soul

To live in another world


There’s a chance

A gamble like this

Can burn you in the end

Then again

If things go well

You could have the happiest eternity

Starring in your own cheery series of films

Watched & cheered endlessly by many of

Black Winters residents!

So what do you say

Do you wish

To take a chance


-Fates Fantasy-

Entry 236: The School

Many years ago

A fire burned

Many children burned with it

The fire was so bright

Death itself was unable to claim the souls…

Eventually the fire subsided


There was already something deep inside…

At this school

The souls of many children were sent to an early grave

Though that wasn’t the worst part of their fate

The worst part was what awaited them next

Eternally lost within the ash

Most were trapped in the basement level

It was here they were burned alive

Screaming, PLEADING for their pain to end…

Sadly, the fire consumed them

The fire was no ordinary one at that

The report reading it was an accident

An electrical fire started in the basement level of the school…

The souls in class given no chance of escape

The fire was actually started by something else entirely…

You see, the souls claimed didn’t just burn

They burned slowly…

Once the fire died down

It claimed them as its own…

Sometimes people claim

To see a specter roaming

Staring out the windows as they pass

Bringing terror upon any unlucky enough to see it

Many have claimed to see the thing

Only to die or vanish soon after…

Some say you can still hear the children’s cries of pain

Their unending misery…

Any who enter that school

Wishing to help

Perhaps hearing the screams of the children’s ghosts

…Are never seen again…

The school is of course, abandoned now

The citizens of Black Winter wished to tear it down

Sadly, that would not be the case

Any who attempted to destroy the burned out building

Never got the chance…

All dying in mysterious ways

First the mayor made a plan

To end the school


He never made it home that night

What happened to him?

No one knows…

He’s obviously not the first mayor to die

Under circumstances that didn’t seem quite right

The construction crew set to demolish the building the next day

All died in their sleep mysteriously…

The town finally agreed instead

To leave the building where it stood

A warning sign placed outside the school

Quickly caught fire…

At which point all vowed

Never to go near this place

For something twisted dwells within

Something malicious claimed the children’s lives

All 277 that were inside

It took hold of their souls

Tormenting them & keeping them for itself…

If you wander the streets at night

If you hear the children’s screams

Do not answer their pleas

For if you do

You’ll soon be claimed

By the mysterious entity

That dwells inside…

-The School-




Entry 235: The Demon Of The Lake

If in dreams you awake

To a cold barren place

At its center a lake

Be warned

The one who dwells there

Wants to keep you forever more

She will appear to you as your greatest desire

Someone seemingly impossible to resist

She corrupts almost everyone…

The more pure the soul

The more she’ll want you

She gets lonely at the lake

The one she was drowned in

Lifetimes ago

They called her a demon

She is now

Lurking within the dreams of those

Who live within other realities

Often appearing to them, in this place

Though occasionally she’ll lure them there

From other dreams they may be having

If you are unable to resist her wiles

She’ll eventually lure you in

Her body will seem perfect

For it will be whatever you desire most

It is then she’ll pull you in

Likely make love to you


She’ll drown you

Steal your soul

Continue her hunt anew

Always looking for a new suitor

For which to steal the soul

Claiming to be, all alone…

-The Demon Of The Lake-

Entry 221: The Songstress

Can you hear it now?

Can you hear that sound?

She sings a beautiful melody

Is everything a heart could desire

Pointing you on your way

Should you find her

You may well find escape

From this Godforsaken town…

They say she sings a beautiful tune

The story behind it tragic

She tells the tale of her death

As well as all her sadness

She appears only to those who need it most

Hoping to help them find their way

She knows if you see her, you are in a place where escape is nil

Yet there she stands, singing

Trying to help you find your way

If you should find The Songstress

You should listen to what she has to say

She is one of the few hopes for survival in a place like this

Perhaps with her help, you can find escape?

Of all those who have supposedly met her

Only one has ever not been seen again…

No one knows what became of Tommy

Just that he’d visited her

If you listen closely you can find him in her song

One of the few who aren’t sung about in tragedy

She speaks of his will to survive


Though many have tried to ask her what happened to him

The Songstress will tell you

Even she knows not

What fate was dealt to him

Only that he disappeared

Shortly after their meeting

So is there a chance that Tommy found an escape?

Or is it more likely that he is one of the missing

Who’s body simply hasn’t been found?

Black Winter is full of death & suffering

So no one will really know for now


If you listen to The Songstress tune

Perhaps escape will be provided for you…

-The Songstress-

Entry 216: The Willow Tree

In the tree, it is said

You will find many dead

The dead souls scream in the woods


Sometimes using mimicry to lure you in

Be wary for you could soon be a part of them

The Willow Tree is said to be the source

The reason this forest is most malicious!

It is said, within it’s bark

Lay the spirit of one so dark!

If you hear its moans & cries

You’d be wise to stray away

Lest you die!

Sometimes it offers riddles

Sometimes it offers new chances

Perhaps it offers the soul of your long since passed

Love…now dead…

Just one more chance to see them

Maybe even an eternity with them?

Heed not these words for if eternity is spent

Reunited in a place like this

You will find only torment & pain

A dark, twisted suffering!

Nothing in the forest of sorrow

Brings any good

The Willow Tree bringing the worst of it!

A man once disappeared within

His wife soon after wandering through…

Looking for him

He stood there, clear as can be

Looking full of life

Someone truly happy!

The truth was, he wasn’t him

Another twisted part of the forest within!

The woman followed him to The Willow Tree

There she found his torso, hanging from the noose!

Blood and entrails having disappeared

The tree and earth eating his blood

The inhabitants feasting on the rest

The Willow Tree soon sent others after the woman!

She ran, she screamed!

She fought as well as she could!

Still, her pursuers continued!

All along the way she saw her husbands ghost

Staring at her, smiling…

He looked happy enough

Though now she knew the truth

Still he smiled as though the truth would be news


She pressed on

Then she saw his death like an old film

Every tree she passed, acting like a slide

She watched her husband slowly beaten!

Seeing his flesh slowly ripped apart

The way the souls of the dead raped him!

They used his body to provide seed

Over & over continuously he screamed!

Then when they were done

They tied him down, torturing him, cutting slowly!

Bit by bit, brambles tore at his flesh

He was to be the next sacrifice for The Willow Tree

The torment went on for weeks

Till soon his body could not keep…

Laying there, being told how he would die

He’d be used to lure in his wife

They’d send him in dreams

He’d smile all along

He was their puppet,

She, their next victim

The Willow Tree needed to continually feed

It lusted after the souls it ended

The stronger the bond

The more sustenance it’d reap!

Beaten, broken, surely to die…

They hung him from the noose

Lifting him high up

Then finally, wrapping a barb laced wood

Around his waist….

They slowly twisted around his body

Sawing him in two!

At the height of his pain

They lifted his body completely

This was how the woman’s husband died

Still, she ran, trying to survive!

The forest itself pursued

Seemingly extending onward endlessly

Changing as it saw fit

Eventually however, she found a way out

How though, no one knows…

Wandering into the streets of Black Winter

Half naked & traumatized

She was taken in by a nurse who felt pity

There she sits to this day…

Eventually chronicling her pain

Sometimes she screams out in her sleep

Still watching her husbands reaping!

Here she remains to this day…

No way back home…

Her baby forever without a parent…

The child would have to be raised by family

The family would always wonder…

What happened to the missing parents?

So many questions, never an answer…


In dreams…

The Willow Tree now calls to the child

Hoping to lure them to Black Winter someday

Gaining the victim it missed in its mother…

Deep within The Forest Of Sorrow

Awaiting another victim,

There it waits…

-The Willow Tree-


Entry 170: The Tattooed Lady

Have you seen it

That old school?

There dwells within

A woman

Short brown hair

No one ever sees her eyes

She always keeps them hidden


Never telling why

If you see her

You will surely die

She’s always waiting for somebody

No one is sure why

She steals trespassers souls

Eats their minds

Leaving only their screams and evicirated bodies behind

Why she is like this?

How she came to be?

No one is quite sure

Everyone knows one thing though

If you go into that school

Day or night

Be forewarned…if you hear her cries

Do not go to help

Ignore what she might make you see

The tattooed lady, hands over her face

Has eyes that are on the back of each hand

She sees everything

Knowing your every want

Sensing your every desire

Understanding your entire life history

She will use these things to lure you in

Just before she kills you


Why do people go into the school at all?

She lures them in…sometimes with crying

Other times with the sight of their dead loved ones

She can mimic the living too

Whatever you do…

No matter what you see…

Never go into that school

Or you will die at the hands


-The Tattooed Lady-