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This short horror story poem, The Zig Zag Man, was written, performed, recorded and edited by Richard Wilson as a project of passion. This story is therefore entirely free to listen to. The Zig Zag Man is the ninth horror fiction story release by Tremorphonic.
In this creepypasta style poem, a sailor is left to die by his crewmates and suffers a horrible demise. His spirit lives on to condemn seafarers that fail to help those in need.
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Zig Zag Man
In decades past a story born of sailors lost at sea,
The jagged zig zag path through rocks steals many souls with glee.
The tale is told of one man who survived his crewmates’ wreck
Surviving on the crumbling rocks, spine broken at his neck.
Hunched on the docks, the Zig Zag Man
His body bent and thin,
His legs aside his torso,
a fishing hook held grin
His crewmates in the lifeboat saw his body in this state,
alive, for sure, but only just, they abandoned him to fate.
Five days he lay in agony, among the hooks and nets,
Each minute he spent cursing those that left him should regret.
Do you know the Zig Zag Man?
Have you heard of him?
The man who stands beside himself
His flesh devoid of skin?
As each day passed the seabirds came and pecked his body raw,
The sight of eyes torn from his face would haunt you to your core.
To keep him sane he sang his songs, until they took his tongue,
His cries and screams became a groan from perforated lungs.
Have you heard the Zig Zag Man?
Have you heard him sing?
His shanties echo on the waves
The rolling fog will bring.
As finally his end approached, the cloud descended low,
The waves came crashing, washing out, delivering their blow.
When mist had cleared the rock was bare, no sign of suffering
But zig zag rocks take yet more lives, and take them all for him.
Have you felt the Zig Zag Man
His hooks inside your skin?
A fishing spear inside your spine
as maggots crawl within.
Where beacons shine and flares burn bright, your good will must impress.
Whenever ships at sea today neglect cries of distress,
Be sure he knows, beware the mist and look after your crew,
The Zig Zag Man will show his hand, and cast his net for you.
