Squatted!

She squatted in the corner of the cell

alone here in her dark mood

certain in the gloom was not alone

accused of multiple homicides

knowing these charges were just lies

as around buzzed the flies!

 

She was the babysitter nothing more

had looked after them before

needed the money surely not a crime

the children were frightened

said the nasty man lived up in the attic

thought kids were over dramatic!

 

Had heard odd noises while there before

took no notice of their pleas

to stay near their bedrooms that night

wanted to text her boyfriend

the only interest filling her young mind

to the police officer defined!

 

When she told them the lights went out

cell phone signal was lost

in the darkness that ensued she saw it

a monster with a horrible face

the eye sockets were just blackness

filling her full of emptiness!

 

For a split second then all seemed well

until noises from upstairs

but invisible hands threw her back down

furniture moved all around

as the parents came into this disturbance

desperately trying to make a stance!

 

Knives came out of thin air stabbing at them

she could only watch as objects hit

had to get out of that madhouse to stay alive

crashing through a window

for a few moments heard the children’s cries

dazed saw the thing behind them

could only run but something was following

soon within felt the clawing!

 

Terrified beyond belief ran until she collapsed

ending on the police station steps

taken inside could only yell out the address

soon the horrific scene was found

soon she had become their prime suspect

her fragmented story did reject!

 

She fought them agitated and confused

was forcibly placed into the cell

a light above plunged her into the dark

then aware the thing was there

deep growls surrounded her frail frame

as she was thrust violently

against the cold tiled wall and to the floor

the blood from her body did pour!

 

The noise brought officers rapidly to assist

but she had passed from this life

none saw the beast fade into the shadows

as the light came on once more

the visible carnage was all they could see

unaware of the evil that would be!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Painting!

That large painting on his aunts faded wallpaper

always made him shudder

the realistic depiction of the burning of witches

seemed to him so vivid

those flames flickering he actually felt the heat

glad when from there did retreat!

 

That day came when his beloved aunty passed

family he rarely ever saw

gathered with him at the funeral to say farewell

and after once more parted

a few weeks later he received an official letter

this did not make him feel better!

 

His dearly departed aunt had left him the painting

his body went from hot to cold

in bold letters being delivered by a courier firm

two days from the present

had that trapped no way out nagging emotion

what would happen had no notion!

 

A message had been sent with a time of arrival

growing the intensity of fear

at midday his breath was becoming laboured

as the door bell chimed

dread had built up within his heart and soul

just the thought taking its toll!

 

There before him was the large rapped parcel

taking and signing for his legacy

reluctantly brought it in to his once safe haven

no intention of hanging on his wall

placed in the attic hoping to overcome his dread

trying to hang onto his sanity thread!

 

The first night had a nightmare about witches

they were surrounding his bed

woke up crying out could not rest anymore

bangs came from the ceiling above

had to leave went for a walk never felt alone

the evil seed had been sown!

 

Reluctant to go back even to his own house

yet there was a compulsion

could no way resist headed a familiar path

entered for the last time

to the spot where the package was placed

took off the cover the canvas faced!

 

Before him it came alive hearing crackling fire

chanting voices overpowering

tried to retreat from this grotesque scene

knowing this was his fate

they came out into this world he the sacrifice

to enter our dimension their device!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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