He sat bolt upright in bed what had he heard
looking at his wife asleep.
It couldn’t have been her voice it was male
there in the dark bedroom!
Having to admit to himself he was fearful
not like him as a rule!
Then it happened again a male voice spoke
it came from the far corner.
Too afraid to get up on this winters night
as shadows were darting about!
Had to be his imagination playing a trick
then to his right a tap or click!
Putting his bare feet on the wood tiled floor
the voice called out his name!
Was he having just a horrible nightmare
never recalled one before.
This was the first night in their cottage
he sensed an unseen rage!
Curtains moved but the windows were shut
yet a cold draft blew!
That voice yet again calling out his name
it had a profound effect.
He saw a grotesque figure hanging there
of this he became aware!
A tightness filled his chest a rising pulse
falling back then was still!
The sudden jolt on the bed woke his wife
turning on the bedside light.
Saw her husband dead face twisted in fear
heard nothing yet so near!
To her everything seemed in its rightful place
screaming the son ran in.
Without a clue of what his dad had been through
but did feel unsettled.
That there was an atmosphere not felt before
just wanted to get out the door!
Mother and son tried to stay after the funeral
but wanted to get out!
They started to hear the unknown voice to
they prepared to quickly leave!
Then a force pushed them and they were ejected
by the entity so unexpected!
Bruised in the garden lucky to be alive!
they would never return!
Nobody would stay in the cottage again!
The Foureyed Poet.
Malctg - #TheFoureyedPoet.
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