Five!

The small car was alone on the long highway

dawn was warm and dry.

Nothing seemed wrong maybe their speed

five young people within.

Were they chatting or tired after being out

what happened there’s doubt!

 

The teenager driving was she being distracted

by her friend beside her?

Causing the car to swerve down into the ditch

through bushes and trees?

Rolling several times then back on the wheels

for answers there’d been appeals!

 

But only one external witness saw it disappear

as he passed the other way!

Leaving two deceased and three critically hurt

waiting for a survivor to wake.

Hopefully able to solve this dreadful mystery

this was a real perplexity!

 

No skids marks detected did they fall asleep

three in the back seat.

A factor this was a four seater automobile

also other motorists had said.

That a figure walked in front them at this spot

the police thought it a long shot!

 

So the wait and anguish goes on for the families

to find out what happened.

As that air of helplessness hovers over the area

and they mourn their kids.

Hoping it will be solved for peace of mind

their children always in their mind.

 

May they rest in peace.

 

The Fouryed Poet.

 

Basement Flat!

The body had just been carefully removed

from the scene of the murder.

Two rooky police officers were left to guard

the  scene at the basement flat.

Uneasy being near this gruesome crime

the woman killed in her prime.

 

It was a unseasonally cold frosty night

the flat had been locked.

They stood by the railings at street level

music could be heard nearby.

The policewoman casually turned around

and at the window lower ground.

 

Was sure there was some movement inside

told her colleague who smiled.

knowing nobody was in the basement flat

suggesting it was imagination.

Convinced she had seen it anxiety grew

somebody was there she knew!

 

Walking up and down the street both bored

heard an urgent tapping sound!

Reaching the railings it came from below

was somebody breaking in?

Both ran down the steep steps of stone

surprised they were alone!

 

Yet the sealed door was unlocked and open

entering with extreme caution.

The male officer saw the flickering light

fading he went to investigate!

Leaving the female in the small bedroom

filled with sadness and gloom.

 

There was a a blood spattered mirror in front

of where she was standing.

And beside her she could see the young victim

silently shouting arms held out.

Turning nobody was there screaming she ran

and up the steps as fast as she can!

 

Soon her shaken colleague was right by her side

as he too could not explain.

What was going on in the basement flat so left

not mentioning what she saw!

The rest of their shift neither wanted to speak

but an answer she would seek!

 

The police officer has still not seen anybody

about the image in the mirror!

And the killer has not been caught to this day

nor tenants rent the basement flat.

It remains dejected and boarded up tight

even vandals don’t enter the site!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

The Pensioner!

The pensioner heard  loud noises in the night

petrified it was a burglar.

But unwisely looked around the bungalow

yet everything was in place.

Except for the open back door all was still

in his lungs cold air did fill.

 

Around his wrinkled neck was a button pendent

for summoning urgent support.

Pressing it hard a young voice loudly replied

he could hardly speak.

Telling him to stay calm help was quickly coming

listening to a faint humming!

 

Shaken by this he sat down on a kitchen chair

staring out into the garden.

He recalled that grave size patch of ground

where nothing would grow.

Often wondering what was below the earth

at this moment felt no mirth!

 

A door bell ring made him nearly fall off the chair

taking awhile to let them in.

A warden and constable who were concerned

thoroughly checked around.

And seemed satisfied everything was fine

further help he did decline.

 

Alone once more it was certainly not the same

until now it felt like home.

Now every single sound made him quiver

and focused on the door!

As it re-opened on its own he now saw

like a shadow on the door!

 

He also had a bad heart this he couldn’t take

collapsing on the grubby floor.

The following day a social worker called

being shocked finding him.

Natural causes the post-mortem revealed

the secret in the ground sealed!

 

No suspicions aroused at how many died

in this council property.

After all they were all getting very old

so just natural causes!

Whatever was buried an untold mystery

somebody’s dark history!

 

Soon another elderly resident moved in!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Completed!

The subway train drivers shift was completed

tired after a long day.

With the last few passengers still to get off

it came to a grating halt.

Approaching the last station on the route

their situation becoming acute!

 

Power was then lost emergency lights on

a weird action then followed.

All the sliding doors opened with a thud

how the electricity was off!

Up ahead there was something on the line

what it was he couldn’t define!

 

His journey back to base had been delayed

certainly quietly terrified

Made the decision to gather his passengers

their number only five.

Decided to guide them back down the train

feeling the energy drain!

 

Expecting at each open gap an entity to board

soon they reached the rear.

Jumping down onto the underground line

fumbling in the eerie dark.

A few dim lights made the progress a crawl

but every few feet they’d fall!

 

As the group moaned and questioned why

they needed to escape.

A sound from behind made their ears pop

now it was time to run.

Whatever had been infront on display

was now coming their way!

 

A pressure was building everything shuddered

as if thousands of pounding feet.

Coming at last to the previous station scrabbled

onto the welcoming platform.

Followed rapidly by small spidery like creatures

swarming with fiendish features!

 

One of the five slipped and instantly overwhelmed

is seconds only bones remained.

Just keeping ahead ran up the still escalators

along passageways to the exit.

The steel entrance door suddenly opened wide

and they ran outside!

 

A group sped passed in special protective suits

and some unusual weapons.

Awful noises from within seemed to be endless

they were taken away for checks.

And to be debriefed about what each one saw

informing them to say nothing more!

 

Hours later the drivers day at last was completed

and he wearily got home.

Trying to take in what had happened on his shift

throwing his close down.

Just wanted to get in the shower and feel clean

the creature he had not seen!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Cruise Liner!

The cruise liner set sail on her maiden voyage

after many mishaps and accidents

that could not be easily explained as natural

or that several crew were missing

all the searches had failed to find any clues

not a problem in the owners views!

 

The truth was suppressed profit came first

their overheads were high

opting for a private detective  on board

to carry out a quiet investigation

he brought his fiance for help and support

in finding answers they sought!

 

Trouble started not long after leaving port

equipment was malfunctioning

passengers said their cabins were in a mess

everything inside thrown around

what could cause these unexplained events

their task becoming immense!

 

The evening set in a warm night was icy cold

one engine ceased to function

as Taylor and J’s cabin was on lower a deck

yet tapping and voices they heard

which seemed to be coming from far below

where only crew would go!

 

The detective gave a long worried stare at J

who had been researching

records of this luxury liner to find clues

discovering many fitments

were from another decommissioned ship

badly damaged on its last trip!

 

Now broken up it had a very bad history

and was thought of as cursed

records from further back were missing

this ship was almost a replica

for some reason the problem transferred

at first this did sound absurd!

 

They tried to make contact with the captain

who knew their identity

but the internal telephones didn’t work

then a violent shudder

threw them at the now open cabin door

falling into the corridor

 

Panic filled their minds yet it was too quiet

a lone woman was there

pale and sombre asked them to follow her

taking them downwards

But they had no intention of going that way

or with their lives they’d pay!

 

Somehow they arrived on the promenade deck

people were hanging over the side

lifeboats dangled as passengers scrambled

to get off this huge ship

like cartoon characters put on a drawn set

ghostly figures in silhouette!

 

Neither had an inkling of what was happening

a sensation it was behind

Together

They had been together for sixty years

never knowing anybody else.

In love and never apart only in the war

happy contented and loyal.

Having their families always close by

the unity nobody could deny.

 

From their first meeting they both knew

destiny was being together.

Love blossomed and were soon married

but Charlie joined the army.

And Annie worked in the local factory to

while the first-born was due.

 

Never wealthy life was hard yet were happy

five children brought up well.

Enjoying their grandchildren into old age

sadly Charlie became ill.

Passing leaving Annie his life to celebrate

a wonderful life long mate.

 

The family knew mum could never be sad

as their love bridged death!

Understanding his physical body had gone

yet their spirits intertwined.

Less than a year later Annie quietly died

now Annie was by Charlie’s side!

 

Nobody mourned as mum and dad were with them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Witch!

The four friends decided to stay in the forest

they’d heard was haunted!

By the ancient spirit it was said of a witch

who would take their souls.

Anyone daring to enter her wooded lair

the old man happily did declare!

 

A run down cottage on the forests boundary

the wrinkled old man sat.

Willing for money to tell you any stories

of those never seen again.

Rituals in the dead of night echoing screams

and blood in the local streams!

 

But added with a warning not wise to enter

it made him feel better.

Of course knew they would take no notice

falling asleep in his chair.

Carrying camping gear they walked slowly

as trees became more lowly!

 

Ahead they could see an open bare patch

nearby pitching their tent.

Darkness fell they had to quickly prepare

and start their adventure.

Into the surrounding woods and explore

the legends to find out more!

 

A high-pitched screeching was very clear

at first not perturbed.

Intently searching using powerful torches

and camcorders for evidence.

Approaching sounds like voices chanting

or animals deeply panting.

 

Staying in one group safety in numbers

their train of thought.

But suddenly one of the boys was taken

dragged into the trees!

His cries quickly fading into emptiness

now emotional coldness!

 

The three remaining were being compelled

towards that clearing.

Crackling of a fire preceded the rising flames

the witch watched them enter.

Once more the forest was empty and dark

nor living things it was stark!

 

The old man awoke knowing the teenagers

would never return!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Stakeout!

The detective sat on an all night stake out

watching for a violent suspect

a twenty-six year veteran of the force

hardened to any type of crime

nothing he thought could test his sanity

or question even his humanity!

 

After midnight always a hard time for him

but a tip-off had been received

that a drug dealer was expected here

to visit a popular club

a dangerous man they’d wanted for a while

known to be ruthless and vile!

 

From a window of a flat over a take away

opposite the exclusive venue

the target boldly got out of a sports car

entering security let him in

nothing out of the ordinary that’s for sure

he spotted something more!

 

Two male figures seemed to just appear

sinister suited silhouettes

stood then turned going into the club

as if they hadn’t been seen

he could see them needed to know more

a mystery not to ignore!

 

Showing his badge was allowed go within

noisy hot and flashing lights

saw the mark and unidentified beings

distracted for a second

they’d gone got his team in at top speed

with a search to proceed!

 

The villain had gone and was never found

case was closed left pending

who were the figures he the only witness

where had they come from

nobody believed what was in his report

the truth had to be sought!

 

It would not be long before it occurred again

and the detective knew he was sane!

 

Now one man on a mission of exploration

to find the answer!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

He Said!

He said to his sister who found him dying

from a self-inflicted knife wound

how sorry that he was leaving this way

unable to face life any more

and try to contact from beyond the grave

but no reasons he gave!

 

Loving her brother thought they were close

never realised he was so sad

regret clouded life as  she waited patiently

to make contact as he said

facts began to emerge of his mounting debt

threats for payment not met!

 

They were twins and sensed he was unhappy

travelling from her home abroad

hoping she would find him safe and well

that her intuition must be wrong

yet as she approach his apartment entrance

the dread within was immense!

 

Six long months had passed and still there

just having to stay in his place

putting her life on indefinite hold waiting

for that sign because he said

then a tap on the door rushing to open it

feeling scared she had to admit!

 

Standing before her a pretty young woman

with a baby held in her arms

crying said she was the brothers girl friend

they’d argued and broke up

not realising at the time she was pregnant

but to come back was her intent!

 

He still didn’t know she so wanted to tell him

but had no contact from him

knowing his problems found it hard to come

now she knew the awful truth

in the apartment they sat and his baby son

there was a unity of one!

 

The radio came on with no help from them

a song played they recognised

his favourite and the room became cool

they smelt his after shave

and knew they were not on their own in here

her brother to them was near!

 

Though her brother had taken his own life

she felt close to his son

the girlfriend moved in it really felt right

and sister stayed knowing

that what he said had really come true

now the family was complete to!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Over Night Stay!

It was a chance sighting for her

passing the quaint pub

returning from a job interview

confident it went well

but it was late and she was tired

yet happy and inspired.

 

Needing to have an over night stay

this was an ideal place

no need to deviate her route home

pulled into the car park

entering within the pubs inner core

on polished wooden floor.

 

The atmosphere serene and quiet

soon reaching the bar

enquired about bed and breakfast

to a nice woman there

who said this service was provided

she’d stay here decided.

 

Plain and simple the rooms unique

four-post beds as well

at that moment felt an odd sensation

had supper and a drink

then went up to retire for the night

now it had become twilight.

 

As she got in the bed an impression

like a person was sitting

to sleepy just settled in soft sheets

turning off the small lamp

from the bathroom a shape emerged

towards her it surged!

 

Giggling heard followed by a soft voice

a cold breeze made her shiver

now somebody was beside her face

a gentle pull of the hair

yet was not afraid a female essence

nothing made any sense!

 

The next morning woke with sunlight

through curtained windows

refreshed showered and dressed

early breakfast and tea

enquired about the room and history

a girl had died who a mystery!

 

Leaving contented at what occurred

a touch on her back

quickly turning nobody was close by

needing to find out why

had she been drawn here truth to seek

a lost spirit trying to speak?

 

She knew there must be a return visit!

 

The Foureyed Poet.