#CoffinHop|The Abandoned & The Disappeared…Dead Ends in #Poetry

Death’s Last Breath

Dust Devils dance a macabre dervish

Tumbleweed twists in torment

Image Courtesy of  Damien du Toit from Cape Town, South Africa
Image Courtesy of Damien du Toit from Cape Town, South Africa

Ghosts of the Disappeared stalk the streets of Death

Screams of silence fill the graveyard of the Abandoned

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Images courtesy of weburbanist.com

Gates creak open with unearthly screams

Come down to the Graveyard

Coffins spill their bone chilling secrets

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Image courtesy of weburbanist.com

All Hallow’s Eve draws near

The battle-worn stone sentries slumber

It lies waiting for the fire in the sky to die

The soft light seduces it’s midnight soul

Golden eyes filled with scorpions wait

It longs to drink the light, to swallow its darkness

Image courtesy of ghost2ghost.org
Image courtesy of ghost2ghost.org

Beware the lost Spirits

Slipping through the open spaces

Tread softly past their places of rest

Do not disturb the Abandoned and the Disappeared

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Image courtesy of ghostvillage.com

The gargoyles screech their unbridled glee

The ravens cackle and call

The dragon forged in the fires of molten metal shatters

In its shroud of twisted metal a creature stirs

Deathly grey skin covered in bloody thorns

It lifts its heavy head and opens eye eons shut

Twin black crevices entrance me nearer

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Image courtesy of travelcreepster.com

The twin crevices swallow my thoughts

This thing of death twists through my broken mind

Visions of desperate violence assail me

Strange unearthly places not yet forseen

This will be the place where my spirit flees

my place of death

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Image courtesy of oddee.com

Twisting its way through my thoughts

Its thorns tangle and tear at my deepest fears

The broken city shrinks into nothingness

The silence that drinks my dreams stalks me


a whisper, a  whimper

I stumble blinded into an empty classroom

Abandoned Classroom, Image courtesy of haikyo.org
Abandoned Classroom, Image courtesy of haikyo.org

The whimpering comes from the corner

I claw at my eyes desperate to see

The red mist lifts unveiling him

A boy, emaciated, shrunken yellow skin

He scratches at his gaping mouth, breath wheezing through in a whimper

The basket ball net twists tighter trapping his spirit

Suicide by basketball net (image courtesy of haikyo.org)
Suicide by basketball net (image courtesy of haikyo.org)

The witching hour draws near

The boy grasps desperately for me

His eyes pools of terror waiting to drown me

The anthracite sky parts, moonlight forms a ghostly finger

The rustling of pages makes me turn

A bible lies before me abandoned in the ashes

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Image courtesy of haikyo.org

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”

The creature twists dementedly in my mind

Its thorns tear through my skin in desperation

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Image courtesy of bloody-disgusting.com

Molten fire flows through my being

The creature shrieks until my ears bleed

The pages before me rustle again, I look down

“He will swallow up death in victory;and the Lord GOD will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the LORD hath spoken it.”

The liquid fire swirling in my being drowns the desperate creature

Its thorns tear an escape through my bleeding eyes

It leaves behind a trail of yellow mist and silence swallows its remaining screams

The veil of red mist lifts from my eyes, the room is filled with luminous moonlight

A small hand slips into my still bloody hand

The boy looks up at me, his eyes now flawless twin sapphires

He pulls me down, then whispers in my ear

“The battle is won

Death is destroyed

Lost spirits are free to rest”

He slips away with one last smile embraced in joy

My  head hits the ground before I know I have fallen

A crown of thorns lies next to me

The silence is broken by the sweet singing of Seraphim

I breathe my last breath

It is done.


My spirits dances free of the caging skin and broken bone

I fly free on wings of eagles into the bright new dawn.

All Hallow’s Gate is closed.

© All Rights Reserved Kim Koning

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The CoffinHop has come to a dead end. But from death comes life and I know that Coffinhop has been a treasure chest of tricks, treats and inspiration.


It has been my honour to share the #CoffinHop with you my readers.

It has been my honour to spend the time prying open the lids of broken coffins of the other coffinhoppers.

A special shout out to Axel Howerton for being our Master Guardian of the #CoffinHop boneyard once more. You Rock Axel! 🙂

Please remember that The #CoffinHop Anthology, Death by Drive-In is now AVAILABLE and 100% of all proceeds go to Litworld in support of Child Literacy. Help a child read. Let that child enrich the world with their stories. Click on the anthology image below for purchase links.


The Prize winner for my “The Abandoned & the Disappeared” contest will be announced on 5th November, 2013.

There are so many amazing entries that it is going to be a close call to call the winner. Thanks you to everyone who entered. Your words awed me. Each and every one.

Thank you.


Tread softly past their resting places…

Do not disturb the Abandoned & the Disappeared.


#CoffinHop Day 4|The Abandoned & The Disappeared.Tell me what happened to these Ghost Towns…


Dust Devils dance a macabre dervish

Tumbleweed twists in torment

Ghosts of the Disappeared stalk the streets of Death

Screams of silence fill the graveyard of the Abandoned

Gates creak open with unearthly screams

Come down to the Graveyard

Coffins spill their bone chilling secrets

~ The Abandoned and the Disappeared ~

Tell me what happened to these Ghost Towns…

Twist a tale of terror,

Send shivers of horror down my spine with a story,

Flay the flesh from my skin as you open my veins and bleed me out with our poetry…


Submit your daily entry (1 per person per day) in the comments.

Submit either a Flash Fiction Piece/Prose


Short Story




There can be only 1 ultimate winner for this contest.

You will win


1 * Ebook – Death by Drivein (CoffinHop Anthology)

1 * Mystery Trick or Treat

Contest runs 24th – 31st October 2013

Winner to be announced – 5th November 2013


Dudleytown, Connecticut

New England, USA

Note from the Connecticut State Police: Those who go, or attempt to go to Dudleytown will be arrested for trespassing and/or parking. The fines start at $75.00 per person and rapidly increase.

Welcome to the Village of the Damned…

Image courtesy of ghost2ghost.org
Image courtesy of ghost2ghost.org

Shadowed by three mountains and in the heart of a forest called “Dark Entry Forest” there lies an abandoned village trapped in shadows and secrets. This village keeps terrible secrets of ghosts, demons and curses.

The story of this town begins in the faraway land of England…

In 1510 Edmund Dudley was beheaded for plotting to overthrow King Henry VIII. Legends go that at the time of his beheading, a curse was placed upon the heads of all Dudleys, present and future: The curse states that all Dudleys from Edmund’s lineage would find themselves surrounded by horrors. However this did not scare Edmund’s son, John Dudley the Duke of Northumberland, who followed in his father’s fatal footsteps and tried to overthrow the crown. John Dudley’s third son, Robert, Earl of Leicester, fled England to avoid losing his head for his father’s and his grandfather’s crimes of treason. Eventually his family would flee to America and the curse of the Dudleys followed them across the Atlantic.

In 1748 three Dudley brothers, Gideon, Barzillai and Abiel, purchased land to start a farm. Eventually they were joined by more Dudleys and the township became known as Dudleytown because the Dudley family made up the majority of the inhabitants.

It wasn’t long before the Troubles in Dudleytown began.

  • In August 1774: an unidentifed epidemic struck and killed the entire Adoniram Carter family. Soon after their relatives moved away and were attacked by Native America Indians who killed all but 3 children.
  • In April 1804: Sarah Faye, the wife of the famous Civil War General Heman Swift; was struck fatally by a lightning bolt. This drove her husband to reportedly become “slightly demented”.
  • In 1872: Mary Cheney, wife of Horace Greeley, took her own life one week before her husband lost his bid for the presidency of the USA.
  • The end of the 1800s: John Brophy’s wife died of consumption and shortly after his two children disappeared mysteriously. After losing his entire family, John Brophy then lost his home to an unexplained blazing inferno. John Brophy fled the town never to be seen again.
  • 1899: Dudleytown was completely deserted and the “Dark Entry Forest” started reclaiming the land once more.
  • In 1920: Dr. William Clark, a cancer specialist from New York, came to the area for the quiet it promised after the bustle of city life. He was so entranced by the area that he built a summer house there.
  • In 1924: Dr. William Clark formed The Dark Entry Forest Association and declared the area a nature preserve. The Association’s original charter stated that the land must remain “forever wild”. During one of these summers Dr. Clark was called away to an emergency leaving his wife alone. When he returned, a few days later, his wife had reportedly “gone mad”. Reports at the time said that something had attacked her in the forest and the attack had left her completely insane. She lived out the remainder of her days in a mental hospital.

Dudleytown, today.

The Dark Entry Forest Association still owns much of the land where Dudleytown once stood. There are a group of homes where people there live a secluded existence. There have been numerous reportings of strange rituals and symbols marked on trees and rocks that have led people to believe satanists and black witches have taken to practicing in the area.

Dudleytown lies quiet for the third time in its history.

Image courtesy of ghostvillage.com
Image courtesy of ghostvillage.com

The Dark Entry Forest has swallowed the land once more and its secrets from civilisation.

Tell me what happened to this ghost town…



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