Author: Bob Boyd

My last thought when the vampire bit my jugular vein
And I began to pass out and thought I was going to die.

I came to about an hour later.
I couldn’t believe I was still alive.

But I knew I had been cursed with the vampire virus,
And I hungered for human blood.

Yet somehow I didn’t have it in me to kill another human
Or turn one into a vampire like me.

So I learned to draw my own blood and sate myself on it.

Remembering fictional vampire lore, I decided to look in a mirror
To see if I was there. I wasn’t. Not even a shadow. Not even a trace.

Desperate to try to end the curse, I grabbed the large wooden cross on my wall
And pressed it firmly against my chest and prayed to God
To deliver me from the curse. It didn’t work.

My girlfriend knocked at my door. When I opened it she looked shocked,
Said I looked sick and had a pale, ghoulish complexion.

As I stood there eyeing her jugular vein I became irresistibly driven by a desire
To feed on her rich young blood.

I dastardly mesmerized her rendering her unable to resist my vampiric intentions,
Bit her in the jugular vein and sucked blood out of her.

Curiously, I had no qualms about what I did to her. My conscience had been obliterated.
When my girlfriend came to and displayed her fangs, we went into the night in search of prey.

Bob Boyd

On a creepy night I lay in bed
Foreboding thoughts inside my head
Before I fall into a surreal sleep.

In an unwanted nightmare encounter
I see my dead ex wife shapeshift
Into a red-eyed, menacing demon.

Then she morphs into a night hag
And sits on my comatose-like chest.
My body unable to move,
My mind unable to depart
From the disturbing nightmare,
I scream myself awake.

My senses calmed down
I Remember my dead wife
Dabbled in black magic.
I wonder if she’s become
A demon in some ghastly hell,
And if she’ll haunt and attack me
In another night hag nightmare.

Bob Boyd

A weasilly rabbit trapper tried to ply his trade in a vortex park
unaware of the vortex and the dangers in the park after dark.
He snuck in with his rabbit lures and rabbit traps
oblivious of the high strangeness and the nighttime terrors.
He planted his lures and his traps throughout the terrain.
He twiddled his thumbs and waited for hours in vain.
Then at last! He heard a rabbit squealing and screaming.
He ran to the trap, elated and beaming until he
got sucked into the deadly void of the vortex, the
Trickster and Protector of all animals in the park.

Bob Boyd

he was obsessed with UFOs
his room was decorated
with pictures of them.

he had model UFOs dangling from
his bedroom ceiling.

he talked about UFOs and aliens
all the damn time.

people got bored with him;
they thought he was a kook.

he dreamed of meeting aliens
and taking a ride on a UFO.

one day he said he could
contact aliens,

something he called
close encounters of the fifth kind.

everybody felt he’d gone crazy
talking such nonsense

until they saw a UFO over his house
and they never saw him again.

Bob Boyd

Angela Barnes and her sister Jenny
went hiking in the Yosemite National Park.
Seasoned hikers, they knew what they were doing.
They had all the necessary gear and a Garmin inReach
in case they got lost and had no phone coverage
in the depths of the sprawling national park.
After an hour of hiking, Jenny turned to Angela
to ask her a question and walked into a portal
and completely vanished, as if swallowed by it.
Angela jumped back, screamed, and
hysterically kept calling, “Jenny! Jenny! Jenny! ….”
But Jenny was gone and couldn’t hear her
And became yet another Missing 411.
And Angela still cries whenever she thinks of Jenny.

Bob Boyd

He became so crazed with the
loss of his young, beautiful love
dead at only twenty-two
it seemed like a sin against humanity

he went insane
and dug up her corpse
took it home
embraced it every night
despite the foul decaying odor

maybe because of a strange, romantic fate
maybe because of a rotting corpse disease
he died cradling her in his arms
in his foul-smelling deathbed

Bob Boyd