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The Ghoul

Poet : Moe Phillips

Narration: Namakula Nasejje Musoke

Audio Design: Ian Phillips

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I love scary movies.

Werewolves. vampires, ghosts and ghouls!

Fog rolling through cemeteries at midnight’s baleful stroke. Castles with secret crypts.

With Halloween just around the corner, I was in the mood for a spooky poem. So up rose a fiend from unhallowed ground.

Namakula had a blast performing this narration-as you can hear in her heart stopping read.

She too is a fan of old Hammer movies- full of haunted atmosphere and BITE!

“Thriller” and Mr. Vincent Price was on our minds. Mr. Poe and H.P. Lovecraft too.

Ian used the tell-tale sound of the eerie Theremin as part of the music track. Talk about ghostly. This instrument is played without the touch of a human hand….

Happy Halloween!

Excerpt from Wikipedia:

The theremin is an electronic musical instrument controlled without physical contact by the performer (who is known as a thereminist). It is named after its inventor, Leon Theremin, who patented the device in 1928.

The instrument's controlling section usually consists of two metal antennas which sense the relative position of the thereminist's hands and control oscillators for frequency with one hand, and amplitude (volume) with the other. The electric signals from the theremin are amplified and sent to a loudspeaker.

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The waxing moon lay in a shroud

Behind a wall of ashen cloud

It was now All Hallows Eve

When the dead rise to grieve

What drove me to this haunted place

Shunned by my fellow human race?

My need to know what lay beyond,

When we break our Earthly bond

On the headstone the inscription read


As I knocked upon that stone,

I prayed what rose was flesh and bone

I shivered madly-held my breath

For my chance to speak with death

I heard a voice call out my name

“I see your soul! Why you came!

You long to hear of Heaven’s heights,

Angel song and blessed sights.

On this night, you’ve roused a fiend

Who feasts on those life has demeaned

I eat the living and the dead

I’m the thing that all men dread!”

My mind cried out in fresh alarm

Why had I dared to tempt such harm?

This ghoul will eat me limb by limb

What madness made me call to him?

My soul will perish in this quest

And never find eternal rest

The face was tattered, rotting skin

The ravaged eyes had sunken in.

Blindly I ran toppling stones

Heard lost cries of rattling bones

A streetlamp lit the way ahead

To lead me from this place of dread.

Each night I quake at midnight’s toll,

Chimes that haunt my cursed soul

For the fiend I woke from its tomb

Will now deliver to me my doom.

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