Tattoo!

Always embarrassed at the weird design

of the tattoo on his arm

found it when he awoke with a hangover

a night out with the lads

only months before but seemed like years

getting nothing but sneers!

 

Even family shunned him afraid to be near

life was hell with the tattoo

painful constantly throbbing had little sleep

never believed in spirits

yet the face scared him felt very unclean

his actions becoming obscene!

 

As the long dark cold winter nights began

the tattoo glowed in the void

that urge to kill for blood overcame him

a deep voice directed his actions

the once gentle soul had gone evermore

soon becoming part of folklore!

 

Stalking the shadows in black hooded cloak

a phantom silent and merciless

never leaving any clues or victims to tell

of their deadly encounter

that expressionless face and knife in his fist

any pleas for mercy dismissed!

 

Soon society would know the evil was back

for in a new host it was Jack!

 

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Stroll!

Such a nice day parked near a disused lane

decided to explore take a stroll

there was a refreshment van parked nearby

a nice cold drink on his return

several people buying food as he strolled by

as an object ahead caught his eye!

 

Made him sharply turn but nothing was visible

a trick of the light in the trees

yet caution began to slow his steps with concern

it was deserted so ventured

a nagging feeling made him want to head back

yet curiosity kept him on track!

 

Began to realise there was no sounds or movement

as up ahead saw a derelict building

again out of peripheral vision certain of a shape

hiding in the shrubbery nearby

had a strong compulsion to head for the dwelling

as that sense of foreboding was excelling!

 

His steps became heavy each muscle began aching

breathe laboured and rasping

soon stood at the doorless entrance in long grass

became aware somebody there

a shape in long cloak and hood hovered off the floor

petrified him to his core!

 

Where the face should be was just a blackness so deep

could not move heart pounded

thought it would explode out of his chest here alone

then it was gone now just the ruin

ran as fast as he could until he saw the catering van

glad to back where his walk began!

 

Nearing his parked car noticed a sign he had missed

small faded with arrow pointing

could only just make out the words upon it written

this way to the witches cottage

sat back then quickly left vowing never to return

images and feelings filled him with concern!

 

Intrigued compelled to research this haunted location

had to return for a paranormal investigation!

 

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Explosion!

A huge explosion that knocked him down

forcibly hitting the marble wall

no warning given as the building shattered

around him deafened by the blast

vomiting and gasping from dust and smoke

began to think he would choke!

 

In the hotel lobby with friends and others

guests and staff happily talking

such a headache and pain in both his legs

was quickly able to stand

disorientated he almost fell on a body part

as the scene tried to depart!

 

Ears ringing blinded by his pouring blood

through thick pulverized concrete

saw a glimmer of light as more explosions

were occurring far above him

a fireman came helping him out into sunlight

quickly removing him from the site!

 

From a vantage point inside an ambulance

he watched the skyscraper

disintegrate before his aching sore eyes

ground shook dust engulfed

once busy roads hidden in a deathly smog

that their lungs did clog!

 

After he had witnessed this appalling carnage

he quickly lost consciousness

the enormity of this major event developed

as a shocked world watched

a mystery still remains as other buildings fell

on that day it felt they were in hell!

 

He never woke up one more victim added to the many!

 

Still today it is assumed terrorists this act did invoke!

 

Could This Really Have Happened?

 

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