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Gnomes
the hush of night, when shadows creep, the garden stirs fromIn the hush of night, when shadows creep, the garden stirs from its slumber deep.
With gnomes that whisper in muted tones, their painted smiles hide ancient bones.
The moonlight spills like silver dew, while pets once close slip from our view.
A cat’s soft purr, a dog’s warm bark, now lost to whispers in the dark.
Old John next door, his presence a blight, was taken too soon one fateful night.
A gust of wind, a crack, a fall, now silence lingers where he once stood tall.
Yet through this gloom, the flowers bloom, in vibrant colors that chase the doom.
The garden grows despite our fears, it holds our secrets and sheds no tears.
So heed this tale as shadows blend, do not stay late if you wish to mend.
For in the stillness where nightmares wait, lurks an eerie truth about your fate.
For those who wander when day is gone, might find themselves where they don’t belong.
Buried beneath where daisies sway, entwined with roots at end of day.
So cherish your pets and hold them tight, and lock your doors against the night.
For gnomes may guard with watchful eyes, but even they, can’t mask what lies…
its slumber deep.
With gnomes that whisper in muted tones, their painted smiles hide ancient bones.The moonlight spills like silver dew, while pets once close slip from our view.A cat’s soft purr, a dog’s warm bark, now lost to whispers in the dark.Old John next door, his presence a blight, was taken too soon one fateful night.A gust of wind, a crack, a fall, now silence lingers where he once stood tall.Yet through this gloom, the flowers bloom, in vibrant colors that chase the doom.The garden grows despite our fears, it holds our secrets and sheds no tears.So heed this tale as shadows blend, do not stay late if you wish to mend.For in the stillness where nightmares wait, lurks an eerie truth about your fate.For those who wander when day is gone, might find themselves where they don’t belong.Buried beneath where daisies sway, entwined with roots at end of day.So cherish your pets and hold them tight, and lock your doors against the night.For gnomes may guard with watchful eyes, but even they, can’t mask what lies…
With gnomes that whisper in muted tones, their painted smiles hide ancient bones.
The moonlight spills like silver dew, while pets once close slip from our view.
A cat’s soft purr, a dog’s warm bark, now lost to whispers in the dark.
Old John next door, his presence a blight, was taken too soon one fateful night.
A gust of wind, a crack, a fall, now silence lingers where he once stood tall.
Yet through this gloom, the flowers bloom, in vibrant colors that chase the doom.
The garden grows despite our fears, it holds our secrets and sheds no tears.
So heed this tale as shadows blend, do not stay late if you wish to mend.
For in the stillness where nightmares wait, lurks an eerie truth about your fate.
For those who wander when day is gone, might find themselves where they don’t belong.
Buried beneath where daisies sway, entwined with roots at end of day.
So cherish your pets and hold them tight, and lock your doors against the night.
For gnomes may guard with watchful eyes, but even they, can’t mask what lies…
its slumber deep.
With gnomes that whisper in muted tones, their painted smiles hide ancient bones.The moonlight spills like silver dew, while pets once close slip from our view.A cat’s soft purr, a dog’s warm bark, now lost to whispers in the dark.Old John next door, his presence a blight, was taken too soon one fateful night.A gust of wind, a crack, a fall, now silence lingers where he once stood tall.Yet through this gloom, the flowers bloom, in vibrant colors that chase the doom.The garden grows despite our fears, it holds our secrets and sheds no tears.So heed this tale as shadows blend, do not stay late if you wish to mend.For in the stillness where nightmares wait, lurks an eerie truth about your fate.For those who wander when day is gone, might find themselves where they don’t belong.Buried beneath where daisies sway, entwined with roots at end of day.So cherish your pets and hold them tight, and lock your doors against the night.For gnomes may guard with watchful eyes, but even they, can’t mask what lies…
322 pages, Paperback
Published March 27, 2025
About the author
Aaron Gehrig
39 books18 followersAuthor also writes as Aryn Bats
By day, Aaron Gehrig is a devoted husband and father, painting beloved pets and keeping a home full of warmth. By night, when the shadows curl in, the creature known as Aryn Bats takes over, an alter-ego stitched from ink and nightmare. Together they form a singular force. An indie horror author whose tales gnash with blood-wet teeth and seep under the skin. Gehrig writes with haunting beauty, while Bats writes with cruelty, no restraint, no filter, clawing straight into the darkest corners of the imagination. His stories are séances on the page, gothic and unrelenting, where walls breathe, secrets rot, and nothing stays buried. Readers call him a dream. A nightmare. A rare kind of storyteller who dares to walk into the woods, and return with something true.
By day, Aaron Gehrig is a devoted husband and father, painting beloved pets and keeping a home full of warmth. By night, when the shadows curl in, the creature known as Aryn Bats takes over, an alter-ego stitched from ink and nightmare. Together they form a singular force. An indie horror author whose tales gnash with blood-wet teeth and seep under the skin. Gehrig writes with haunting beauty, while Bats writes with cruelty, no restraint, no filter, clawing straight into the darkest corners of the imagination. His stories are séances on the page, gothic and unrelenting, where walls breathe, secrets rot, and nothing stays buried. Readers call him a dream. A nightmare. A rare kind of storyteller who dares to walk into the woods, and return with something true.
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November 4, 2025
Ever since I was young I’ve always been wary of garden gnomes and this book clarified why. This book is so creepy and atmospheric I’ll never look at them the same again. What a brilliant idea for a horror story
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