Surrounded!

They surrounded the bed where their mother lay

like vultures waiting for the victim to expire

gasping for breath faces becoming more clouded

within was at peace her life had been good

not wanting any family and friends to feel sadness

memories to be good not linger or depress!

 

Certainly not left with no love ones to give comfort

not in a dark dank slum or leaking tent

was in her own warm comfortable and familiar bed

a figure dressed in white glowed nearby

her husband to smiled patiently waiting in shadow

recall flowed like a slide show!

 

Not young satisfied she had no regrets or bad secrets

there for the children and grandchildren

her daughter sat holding mothers hand tightly so cold

peace filled that bedroom eyes closed

breathing stopped as her soul left the vessel at last

she was now part of history past!

 

Holding the man she had married and left far to soon

took one more gentle gaze at the family

then guided by the angel through that brilliant light

those present sensed she had passed on

praying over the empty body they loved so very dear

in unity they would forever be near!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Never Looked back!

She never looked back on leaving the house

ten years older her hair grey

wore the same clothes as the day she arrived

eyes now cold and empty

also carrying the same battered brown suitcase

mascara ran down her tearful face!

 

Early before the light strolled into the distance

later neighbours reported hearing

raised voices in the evening and during the night

but nothing to indicate the scene

stating nothing unusual they were an odd pair

but for each other appeared to care!

 

No witnesses came forward who saw her leave

walking away upon that fateful day

no idea who she was nor what happened here

only the cries of his mother

discovering the body of her beloved perfect son

knife in his chest the foul deed done!

 

A detailed search and forensic examination followed

but there was never proof

of her identity no DNA fluid samples or fingerprints

were ever matched to a human

it seemed as though the woman had never existed

to this day the gossip persisted!

 

Who was she and where from still unanswered!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

House-The Entry!

The house stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as a group of teenagers intensely stared

in unity plotting a plan rubbing their chilling hands

they would investigate a decision shared

two boys and two girls of the same age nineteen

determined to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Petrified to cross the boundary held hands outside

came some distance from their homestead

laughing with a perverse sense of fun none did hide

realising soon some could be within dead

had cameras torches and recording devises to hold

on entry noticed it had suddenly got cold!

 

No turning back now from this unholy inner sanctum!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

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.

 

 

The Well!

The happy family moved into the large house

on the edge of a lake

all were unaware until their teenage children

found a hidden overgrown well

first from a distance noticed the outline

at that time not able to define!

 

Behind tall weeds concealed was discovered

the relic emitting a sentient power

both felt it had to walk from the dire location

were afraid to tell their parents

of this startling undiscovered garden addition

that seemed in perfect condition!

 

For a while was forgotten as the house was fixed

to decorate and make theirs

being uninhabited for years before they found it

on a holiday the place a dream

with its supreme views and large lake location

space and liberation a great combination!

 

Nothing happened for some time life was good

they kept their distance

until the daughter saw lights darting about

flickering in a pattern

resisting the urge to go near just observed

yet her confidence unnerved!

 

Over the next few days the lights increased

as nobody else noticed them

began to feel it was only meant for her gaze

and a compulsion to explore

in her dressing gown on a bitterly cold night

went to peek like a ghost in white!

 

She was sleep walking in her mind could see

a girl waving so excitedly

a nice day she just wanted to meet and play

greeting as though friends

in reality nobody visible there she was alone

unprotected in a disaster zone!

 

The young girl’s face changed to sallow skin

dead eyes stared a victoria’s cry

the teenager awoke her soul fell into the well

her being sank into the dank water

gone now suppressed by the slimy green walls

nobody heard her Spiritual calls!

 

A different young woman went back inside

but to the family within

it was their beloved sister and daughter

the evil entity was reborn

new energy rejuvenating the decayed shell

the lid sealed the well!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Cult!

There he sat cold cruel eyes surveying

the large group of women

who were mesmerized by his presence

absorbing every single word

head of a cult where he was their god

ruling them with an iron rod!

 

The family he liked to call his followers

lived in a fortified compound

his kingdom where he had total control

quoting from his written bible

and the original with his interpretation

for the religion of his creation!

 

Filled their minds with doomsday warnings

a fort with arms and provisions

each female was classed as his concubine

morality was set at his limits

as more young were drawn into this cult

only him did they all exalt!

 

Families at a loss on what could be done

unable to make any contact

even though their children did not listen

their thoughts under his control

encapsulated within this perilous society

that was of dubious piety!

 

The dangers clear but somehow proceeded

nothing good everybody knew

would come of  a narrow-minded philosophy

based in a country just staying

for the moment within its legal borderline

becoming harder to define!

 

Warnings signs were clearly visible to see

but ignored only death can I foresee!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Foolish!

It was foolish but when you’re young

danger means having fun

the gates to the crypt were locked

a moment of guilt passed

as my entry was solved by a stone

forever would I try to atone!

 

The rusted gates noisily swung open

it was dark deathly silent

entering the crypt tripping on coffins

was most unpleasant

thinking maybe treasure was in here

should not have drunk the beer!

 

At the time had no sense of any fear

cold damp nasty odours

the adrenaline rush of an illegal act

with bare hands pushing

stone slabs annoyed at no progress

wanted to get access!

 

Fumbling in the poor light the flooring

gave way beneath my feet

instantly fell into a lower chamber

filled with putrid bodies

not fully decomposed surrounding me

still no idea how I got free!

 

Wanting to wretch covered in the slime

staggered out into the air

mortified at what had just happened

saw a grotesque face

and skeletal body in the tomb entrance

felt the instant penitence!

 

That was before running around certain

it was pursuing me

hatred was so real amongst the graves

even now years on

the presence is real it watches constantly

never more to let me be!

 

From that time on sounds heard shapes seen

nobody dared go on their own

unless in groups keeping away from the scene

or be scratched and objects thrown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Tight Grip!

Entering a busy hotel the man was surprised

from his wife’s hand pulled apart

finding himself in a side room pushed in a crush

wondering where his she had gone

suddenly felt like a cold hand tight did grip

the shock made him bite his lip!

 

As he quivered afraid to move his spouse entered

seeing him with a gripped fist

as she approached shaken he gave her a loving hug

telling of his unexpected experience

giving a patronizing smile she gave him a kiss

this rare moment could not resist.

 

Unknown to them the hotel had a ghostly reputation

having many ghostly guests in situ

but it was meant to be a weekend break together

no thought then of any apparitions

but his enthusiasm had waned with the experience

not thinking it was nonsense!

 

After changing in their room with a four-poster bed

not noticing items falling on the floor

went down for a candle lit dinner in the oak panelled

dinning room with antiques on the wall

here the waitress enlightened them on the pubs past

and the couple were aghast!

 

After a lot of wine plucked up the courage to return

it seemed to the most haunted room

with more confidence and rather drunk fell asleep

around two he was rudely awoken

as the television roared out of bed hubby did roll

his wife his pain did not console!

 

She sat up to drunk to care laughed at his misfortune

unaware of a shadowy shape close by

but he had seen it and was sobering up at the sight

realising the room was quiet again

confused at the sudden activity trying to tell his wife

with this moment filled with strife!

 

Soon his beloved was shaken awake from any slumber

as the bed started to vibrate

even lifting off the thick patterned bedroom carpet

in a state of disbelief screamed

as it started it was once more at rest dressing decided

they would find another hotel instead!

 

Gathering their belonging got out of there post-haste

the night receptionist looked concerned

trying hard to hide a very amused disinterested face

she had seen it many times before

and arranged other accommodation for those scared

who here to stay longer were not prepared!

 

With a sigh of relief the couple left the haunted hotel!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Never!

Never being on time getting up ever later

the excuse today to cold

eventually his partner placed cold feet

on his back he soon got up

realising it was later now he had to rush

leaving the house in a hush.

 

Forgot to put the car in the large garage

was covered in a thick frost

swearing under his breath it was his fault

now he was definitely late

turning the ignition key it would not start

then an explosion blew it apart!

 

From her slumber the wife abruptly roused

into a nightmare of reality

glass flying across the large front bedroom

their two children crying

not understanding what caused the havoc

sadly there was no turning back!

 

Struggling to stand her feet cut and bleeding

glanced out acrid smoke rose

she saw the flames and burning wrecked car

but had to be with the children

holding back the tears she knew he was dead

glanced at the double bed!

 

In their room the children cowered bewildered

running up to their mother

almost knocking her to the ground gripping tight

there they stayed for some time

then the expected knock on the door she knew

for Josh nothing could they do!

 

Her husband had been a soldier only a year before

the army and civilian police

were investigating who could have been involved

but their lives had to continue

they could not stay in that house not safe any more

the memories forever raw!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

 

 

Cold Winters Night!

On that cold winters night heavy snow fell

the couple headed to see family

but work had delayed the departure time

now they panicked as it was late

weather conditions added to their distress

it had become a complete mess!

 

At first good progress was made on the trip

but soon the snow began to lay

a biting wind made it drift onto the roads

being moorland no protection

on the slippery surface went into a skid

all signs from view were hid!

 

Abandoning the car as it would not start

to hopefully summon help

no mobile phone signals available there

they started to walk back

hoping there would be a house close by

nothing else to do but try!

 

Within a few minutes they saw lights ahead

puzzled never noticed them

when a short while ago had driven passed

soon knocking on the door

now very cold and their clothes very wet

with a pleasant smile were met.

 

Welcomed in by a middle-aged woman entered

into a warm cosy house.

Where they were offered food and hot drinks

and offered accommodation

if they wanted to stay until the following day

she did not want them to pay.

 

Concerned their parents would now be worried

enquired if she had a phone

telling them she had not got one of the gadgets

reluctantly this had to accept

so settling down until the early morning light

waking seeing it was bright.

 

Thanking the lady for her kindness decided go

making their way to the car

where to their surprise a van had just stopped

the driver got them on the move

contacted their family as it was Christmas day

they got to them another way.

 

Later during the after dinner gathering mentioned

the kind lady who let them stay

But the girl’s mother knew the area on the moors

surprised told the startled couple

there was only an abandoned derelict building

anybody being there knew nothing!

 

So who had the couple stayed with the night before?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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