Neighbour!

How quiet without his neighbour anymore

though they had been ill

it was not a shocked when she passed away

strange noises again he heard

to him unsettling because nobody was there

not that he was aware!

 

Relations came to clear out all her belongings

yet something still remained

nearly a year before the house had been sold

a couple bought the place

glad for the company but certainly not to go in

sensed bad things about to begin!

 

Always weary of the seemingly nice old lady

neighbours for many years

yet never went into her house too afraid

often could see a man lurking

yet she had never been married that he knew

had left a nefarious residue!

 

Even the thought of noises he had listened to

made his chest feel very tight

never found out the cause of the loud chants

or emanating screams of terror

called the police who just ignored his concern

made his stomach churn!

 

After several calls did come to speak with her

but did not go inside

from then on it got worse heard a man’s voice

as if knowing he complained

many nights lay listening in fear of his sanity

and the blasphemous profanity!

 

His conscience would no longer let him rest

must tell them of the neighbour

knocked on the door wondering what to say

at first there was no reply

then the door opened the old lady stared back

he collapsed with a heart attack!

 

Only a short time later the couple returned home

aghast to find him deceased

with no idea of dead eyes watching them both

later they entered their house

the door still locked to them all was tranquil

until a presence they could feel!

 

That night the screams and awful noises began!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Wind!

A wind came unusual in this sheltered hamlet

yet blew in with a vengeance

from where this chilling wind had descended

a mystery know where to hide

it seemed to get within them as if it was living

the effect so unforgiving!

 

Never warm the air now thick still engulfing

every living creature and plant

withering as each one stood helplessly by

beyond comprehension it ruled

were slaves totally helpless in its action

no way to make our extraction!

 

Like a plague changing from lush green

grass with fertile soil and crops

to a dried shrivelled and barren land

and death was soon to follow

from the valley to the distant hilltop

life came to a complete stop!

 

Those who survived numbered but a few

never gave up hope the wind

and pestilence would one day be smitten

for them the day never came

for centuries it spread devastating earth

before mankind’s rebirth!

 

Then from the sky of constant darkness

it began to slowly clear

and the long forgotten sun shone through

and the decimated wilderness

no more bombarded by this pervasive

wind life sucking and erosive!

 

As it came it went and life began anew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Club!

The club was built on a slaughter-house site

where death was embedded

in eighteen twenty-one the hauntings began

soon as the wooden structure

opened for business visitors felt the chill

many became violently ill!

 

Voices were heard flies often filled the air

nobody understood why

did tainted blood washed down the well

on the ancient burial ground

cause the disturbances in the night spot

did it cause a man to be shot?

 

Before long more murders took place inside

some put down to drink

others were not se easy to find the reasons

in the twenties booze was band

in america prohibition was being enforced

by the feds strictly endorsed!

 

Violence escalated as gangsters profits grew

those opposing disappeared

eventually it was forced to close left empty

used by squatters and worse

devil worshippers found it ideal for rituals

breaking every holy rule!

 

It remained like this until the nineteen eighties

when a musician a venue

refitted it to his own country music design

the first manager it was said

became possessed by an entity in torment died

sinister shadows roamed inside!

 

Female screams often chilled many party goers

flying glasses and furniture

that moved without any human intervention

began to give the establishment

the wrong publicity the owner and staff wanted

soon with ghost hunters confronted!

 

Now to this day paranormal groups are certain

the activity is credibly real

has not diminished within spirits and demons

are there resident inside

one of the most haunted dwellings it is said

that fills most visitors with dread!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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