Enclosed!

There alone in the room felt enclosed

yet somehow something lingered

sounds though faint made him shiver

no radio or any other distractions

could have made those creepy sounds

as knocking in his head pounds!

 

What was so close yet he could not see

nothing visible but why so petrified

afraid to move or look around the room

surely this must be his imagination

his breath now was becoming strained

his strength and willpower drained!

 

The open door closed wanted to scream

the air chilled heard a faint whisper

understood not a syllable of any words

mouth became so dry his heart raced

on his sweaty neck a sudden sharp pain

no longer within could he remain!

 

What was here tormenting his very being

a shadow appeared and circled him

a physical push made him fall to his knees

summing up what energy he had left

crawled to the door struggling to his feet

prayed this specter he could defeat!

 

As it began that awful sensation had gone

but the scars within were really strong

what had happened just could not explain

to this day vividly remains in his brain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

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.

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