I recall!

I recall one cold and wet thundery night

while staying in my uncles old eerie house.

Sitting in his huge armchair in candle light

near the hearth sat a frightened little mouse.

It was warm in front of the flickering fire

as I dozed with dreams of burning desire.

Suddenly a noise made me jump from the chair

something strange must have happened I thought.

In my half awake state I was aware

then from a dark dingy corner I caught.

A glimpse of what seemed a human form

with a bang and crash from the raging storm.

Nothing was there but a wooden lamp stand

I stood by the fire feeling so cold.

When something evil and unseen touched my hand

what nightmare was about to unfold.

The air turned cold I could see my breath

such terror filled my heart was I near to death.

An awesome silence now filled the whole room

as upon the door came a deafening sound.

A voice cried for mercy as another boom

seemed to hit the door it echoed all around.

With all my strength to move a few feet

I turned the handle what would I meet.

There before me stood a petrified young girl

she looked so real except for the odd glow.

The necklace she wore contained one large pearl

with a scream she disappeared where I did not know.

I reached out to her then all went dark

all these images were clear and stark.

Shaking and very cold the next morning

through blurry eyes I saw something on the floor.

I realized it had not been a sick joke

what had happened my mind was still unsure.

I picked up a bloody pearl it was real

so shiny and sticky in my hand to feel.

I still feel scared years on the terror is there

my uncle would never tell me the truth.

The house still remains so does the old chair

I found out the girl’s name was Ruth.

Remember never close your mind to the unknown

as other mysterious through history have shown.

To many stories have not been explained

my one aim the truth to seek.

The atmosphere around is charged and strained.

somehow I must be strong not weak.

In finding out dark secrets of my families past

to bring rest to all of us at last.

Through the years I have always been intrigued by the unknown. I am a sceptic still, nothing has really changed my mind as I have not seen anything. But have spoken to many people, who say they have had experiences. Which does make me have  more of an open mind on these possible events that at this time nobody can give a rational answer to. I wrote this poem a little story within itself as a sort of challenge. I hope one day I will get feed back on what the public think.

The Foureyed Poet.

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  1. Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:

    Petrified he sat alone in the old house! The Foureyed Poet.

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