Thread: Need help finding seance poem!

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Hey guys:

We are having our new skulltronix in a library as the first room of the haunt this year doing the seance show. As people are walking into the room, in the dark, i want to have a soundtrack of a friend with a creepy voice reading a poem about a seance. I'm looking for the creepiest, scariest, most siniser poem I can find about a seance, but have had no luck so far. Does anyone have a poem that might work, or is anyone willing to try and write this type of a poem? I'm looking for someting that will last 30 seconds to one minute, read slowly.

Come closer,
Closer!
Those who dare!
Feel the spirits
Stand your hair!
You have chosen
This fateful night,
To enter here
Where spirits light.
Tread careful!
Careful!
As you walk,
For 'tis more than I here
That can talk!

Guess that only timed out to about 20 seconds. I could probably add more if you like it. I just now made it up so shouldn't be too hard to lengthen, just need to know what you may want to speak of in it.

Very nice IshWitch!

I had thought Poe had one, but it turns out to be a short story that would be far too long.

However, in searching his stuff, 2 jump out that just might work:

Spirits of the Dead
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!

Specifically, the first 2 or 3 stanzas.

Or perhaps this one:

Dreamland
By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

Specifically the 2nd and 3rd stanza.

Here's one I found on google:

Sinners at A Seance

Originally Posted by crazybob

Hey guys:

We are having our new skulltronix in a library as the first room of the haunt this year doing the seance show. As people are walking into the room, in the dark, i want to have a soundtrack of a friend with a creepy voice reading a poem about a seance. I'm looking for the creepiest, scariest, most siniser poem I can find about a seance, but have had no luck so far. Does anyone have a poem that might work, or is anyone willing to try and write this type of a poem? I'm looking for someting that will last 30 seconds to one minute, read slowly.

Do you not like the SkullTroniX séance?
I think thats their best routine.


Leave now or more blood will flow
There is evil that you will soon know
Stay in the light, avoid all shadow


From beyond the plain, a demented soul
Death will follow the twelve bell toll
The eyes, the long dead, heart black as coal

The cursed reside here
They feed upon your fear
Run away at the first sound you hear

Run scared child, quick, run and hide
Keep your cross close by the side
If you prefer your bones in your hyde.

Thats all I got right now.

Originally Posted by Lady Nyxie

Very nice IshWitch!

Thanks!

I've written poetry all my life, won some awards in high school for it.

No, I actually LOVE the skulltronix routine. We are using it as our main theme this year. This soundtrack will be playing as people walk into the room, right BEFORE the skulltronix routine starts. I just want something to be playing on overhead speakers as they are walking down the hall torward the library. Think of this as the "when hinges creak in doorless chambers" schpiel right before the stretch rooms at the haunted mansion.

I love the poems you guys found (and wrote!) I'm trying to find something that kind of questions the idea of a seance, like "could a little board really cause the dead to talk, or worse, cause you to join them? You are about to find out."

I guess it doesn't even really have to be a poem. Even a short schpiel would work great! Any other ideas, while I talk to the guys at our haunt about these poems already listed?

Okay, that is cool. I wasn't really sure what direction this was going, so made it rather nondescript.

Let me see if I can think up anything for that.

hmmmm.......