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To feel alive with your terrified pulse pounding, to feel the warm embrace of love, to have your teeth chatter with fear, the stomach quivering nausea of dread, or the blinding throes of rage, is what I offer with this collection. These horror poems I share with you have blazed the flames brightly to inspire me to create the most ghastly of horror tales and the most powerful of rock songs to date. You’re going to know my soul crushing angst in ‘Blood in the Pouring Rain’ as I saved my father’s life. You’ll look over your shoulder a glance or two maybe with a tear hearing the haunting ‘Sarah the Eternal’. And maybe you will laugh and howl along with ‘Ghost on Christmas Mountain’ to lift your spirits.

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‘Thunder shook the ground and thunder shook my heart,

But no storm cloud was above to make the heavens part

Then I saw the nightmarish monstrosity–a creature stride across my path

Lumbering as an oak, creaking as the pines with two legs it hath

I stopped and stared at the towering shadow that stood before me

Ancient was the swaying beast who shook earth and topped tree.’ —Jeffrey LeBlanc (The Shadow on the Mountain)

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#weirdtales #youtube #winter #horrorstories #yare #mountainhorror #manlywadewellman #horrorstory #horrorshorts #appalachians “Stryker was silent, trying to visualize such a figure. Jendel ate chicken and pone. ‘Like what I say, I wasn’t round here when he was,’ he said. ‘But a heap of folks said Yare wasn’t true human blood, he’d been born of some kind of […]

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I just can’t explain my apprehension going near vast forests these days. Part of it is because of an uncanny feeling—not quite dread, and not quite fear. Maybe, it’s knowing that there is something that terrifying out there. Maybe, on occasion, when I get near the forested wilderness, I can’t help that the thing or one of its kin, might be watching us. –Jeffrey LeBlanc (The Shadow on the Mountain”–Book Excerpt)