Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Text!

The smart phone loudly whistled in her handbag

indicating she had a message

thinking it was the boyfriend sending a text

was very eager to read it

found two creepy anonymous words written

her pulse did quicken!

 

It just simply read “Fear Me” what did it mean

glancing around suspiciously

at everybody she could see in the noisy bar

most were dancing or drunk

kept the text from the group but stayed close

inside was becoming morose!

 

As those around became evermore inebriated

began to feel really isolated

she received another message “You Look Nice”

this put her into a hyper state

sounds and actions bombarded her senses

increasing preservation defenses!

 

Unlike the rest of her friends was not drunk

at first thought it a prank

now seemed to be more sinister a real threat

those feelings of paranoia

began to eat at her rationality had to be alert

or could be fatally hurt!

 

Those once friendly faces had become suspects

she just wanted to leave

the others never noticed her cautiously go

jumped as another text

had been sent reluctantly read what it said

panicky “To My Arms You Tread”!

 

Near the exit she recognised the doorman

had once gone out with him

felt a little awkward every time they met

but had to tell somebody

showed him the text asked him to stay near

thinking the sender maybe here!

 

She phoned for a taxi her ex said he would wait

as it was his break

noticed how close he had become touching

backing slowly away

realised it was him went onto the street to wait

thoughts of the moment to collate!

 

The taxi seemed to be taking a long time to come

a tightness around her arm

hurting knew this was the man she had trusted

forcibly was pushing her

into an alley saying he never wanted them to part

wanted to have a fresh start!

 

Tried to break free from his superior strength

heard a familiar voice call

her boyfriend was here managed to shout loudly

as he came into view the man

let the woman go free into the boyfriend’s arms

ran to his welcoming charms!

 

Together left arms linked still filled with a dread

at what might have been

it would be months before the events could tell

changing the phone number

never venturing back to that once familiar bar

it left a permanent mental scar!

 

Twelve months later the man she had once known

was found dead circumstances unknown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Empty Eyes!

It was looking into those empty eyes

without any emotion

the chills it gave me I remember now

in a bar with my friend

for a quiet pleasant evening after work

interrupted by this berk!

 

Who was persistent just would not go

threatened if left alone

but with my friend did not feel so bad

eventually took the hint

wandering off where I could not care

no longer at me to stare!

 

Soon forgot that unsettling encounter

just the two of us drinking

until the last orders call I then recalled

look to see if he was about

thought how silly must be long gone

there was nothing wrong!

 

Once in the air realised I was very tipsy

need to get a taxi home

my friend was going on to a night club

as I tried to phone a cab

slowly walking down the poorly lit path

no idea of the closing wrath!

 

Halted by a crossing finally got through

needing the post for balance

heard movement from close behind me

and suddenly an arm gripped

tightly around my neck now panic set in

finding strength from within!

 

Struggling I still had my high heels on

stamped as hard as I could

hoping to catch his foot a loud yell

violently let me go falling

down on my knees quickly spinning

hoping I was winning!

 

Realising looking up it was him glaring

the man with empty eyes

trying to stand he lunged  at my dress

pulling back he missed

scrabbled to my feet I ran in the road

with menace he strode!

 

Kicking the shoes off shouting for help

from a couple passing by

they just seemed to ignore my plight

as the man caught up

lights dazzled coming directly ahead

diving it missed by a thread!

 

As I fell on the pavement there was a thud

tyres were screeching

shaken wondering what had happened

the perpetrator was hit

by a taxi staring at him in utter disbelief

but filled with such relief!

 

It was the taxi that had come to pick me up

the man with the empty eyes

never regained consciousness I heard later

justice you could say was done

luck maybe a guardian angels intervention

are possibilities in contention!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Orb!

Could not Recall locked in a cell before

or even visiting a police station.

Now here he lay petrified on his own

listening to the noisy drunks.

With time to think why he was here

should not had that last beer!

 

He never meant to kill that violent guy

it really was self-defence.

Had anybody seen him get attacked

in that empty dirty alley.

Or as the man lay still that weird mist

like an orb the size of a fist!

 

Rose into the sky entering a weird light

did he actually witness that?

Police then arrived and arrested him

not caring he was in shock.

Hours later a solicitor came to advice

his situation to analyse.

 

How to explain what only he had seen

as the man lay dead.

Coming from within his unmoving  chest

it was only one punch!

But fell heavily onto the back of his head

quickly the ground oozed red!

 

Told them everything that had happened

as two cops intently listened.

Soon returned to his cell to wait once more

until they had an autopsy result.

Not believing what he alleged had occurred

they said it sounded absurd.

 

There all night unable to sleep a single wink

told he would be released.

The man died of natural causes they said

charged him for being drunk.

Soon found himself on a damp busy street

falling asleep on his feet.

 

Not a religious sort of person never was

but surely it was not his soul.

Rising up into that place called heaven

that was only a written story!.

At this point his wife drew up in her car

where was the nearest bar?

 

Something changed in his life that night

given the gift of second sight!

 

This was a strange new beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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