Angel!

He knew as his guts twisted in tight knots

the wildly swinging sign

was not due to natures raging wind

but what stood in the rift

opened by a witches provocative spell

there would be no time to dwell!

 

The entity had crossed into earths realm

dark forces he had witnessed

over the centuries of constant battles

he himself was an angel

sent by the creator to protect his flock

until this moment deadlock!

 

A powerful magic had been unleashed

he could not fight alone

as more destruction of a battered world

could finally rip it apart

felt their growing spiritual forces soaring

in a realm of constant warring!

 

The ancient ones had prised open the gates

allowing the armies of evil in

his army of holy angels almost slaughtered

battling those once united

most of humanity knew nothing of this foe

as the grace had become a dim glow!

 

With almighty power he summoned his troops

would this be the final conflict

the skies became darkened bursting with light

thunder shook the earth

storms fiercely raged as mountains exploded

God the Devil goaded!

 

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Renovations!

Once the renovations had been completed

the owner was not sure

with a history of death and devil worship

took a long time gazing

from a derelict sanatorium to smart motel

sensed it would not turn out well!

 

Warned by a group who investigated the place

said they had psychic abilities

it was not a good place to stir up the spirits

ignored their advice proceeded

many builders had gone because they said

it had filled them with dread!

 

Entered through the front door to greet staff

there with his wife by reception

due to open in another week yet were aware

of the stories of hauntings

he was uneasy as some would not come in

for any interview to even begin!

 

As they stood talking  a door shut behind them

nobody spoke their eyes met

assumed it was a builder in the small office

checking found nobody inside

knew they had to try and overcome their fear

from what maybe in here!

 

His wife stayed at reception with trepidation

he had to check the boiler room

while the two maids went to the upper floor

putting any ghostly thoughts aside

soon reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs

had the urge to say his prayers!

 

The light did not work thought he heard a sigh

in the blackness felt engulfed

fumbling to find a way back up was pushed hard

hitting the concrete step

pain and dizziness overcame him now crawling

heard his wife calling!

 

Who came running to his aid he could not move

as if being held by his legs

it became bright the light now it worked fine

shocked seeing him distressed

helping him out of his place of traumatic torment

that now left him to lament!

 

In the bedrooms neither maid had heard anything

preparing the beds for the guests

the young girl who was still at college was singing

when the closet door opened

she closed it and carried on but was open again

her composure was hard to maintain!

 

When the linen on her trolley flew in all directions

decided it was time to leave

the other maid heard her running past her room

but to busy cleaning bathroom

pleased the bath and sink were both gleaming

proud her face beaming!

 

Until she saw the girl behind her swung around

to find herself  there alone

without hesitation was running screaming loudly

soon the four found themselves

stood outside holding each other now disturbed

at what they felt seen and heard!

 

None wanted to enter knowing they were not alone

they called the investigators

realising what they had told been them was true

even on a warm day it was cold

to allow any customer within needed their support

if evil they had to thwart!

 

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Village!

High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!

 

When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!

 

Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!

 

Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!

 

Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!

 

But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!

 

Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!

 

The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!

 

In the village the filming goes on!

 

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Deserted!

The reporter was reluctant to enter the building

where a young woman was killed

during an investigation of the derelict property

from a news television station

had been tasked with following up the awful event

for a prime time news segment!

 

Silhouetted behind her was the derelict structure

the camera zoomed in exposing it

as the lone figure could be seen to be petrified

smiling as only a professional can

talking with faltered steps drew closer to the abyss

wishing this task she could miss!

 

One other with her a cameraman their satellite truck

was parked some distance away

cost cutting meant no engineer was not standing by

the paranormal team were late

so under instruction proceeded into the blackness

surely this was madness!

 

The only light provided by the camera’s bright beam

followed their journey down

dust filled the air soon they entered the very room

where it was alleged the girl died

several doorless entrances seemed like an eerie void

or had it made them paranoid?

 

Broken masonry and glass crunched under their feet

as they shuffled around the room

first a deep moan is picked up on the mike they hear

terror is clearly etched on her face

as the camera picks out a shape but on another sweep

nothing there composure hard to keep!

 

As a voice is heard the reporter smiles calls to somebody

telling the audience of the late arrival

but before this person can make it down to give support

there is a long growl and the girl stares

directly at the camera letting out a scream the feed lost

as the cameraman she did accost!

 

He went on filming as she then pushed by falling down

hitting her head with bleeding wound

lay mumbling with eyes open wide and dribbling

as if possessed the paranormal member

came and helped get her outside to their parked van

sorry he was late not the plan!

 

Shaking out of breath the camera operator rewound

the video tape to the frame

where the newscaster freaked ending up collapsed

shocked to see in a wall mirror

a devil figure glaring back horns and flaming eyes

staring the image him did mesmerize!

 

Never felt so unclean or fear for himself and colleague

with whom also was in a relationship

leaving the investigator to look after Julie drove away

at speed to get to the medical center

with the uncomfortable sensation the evil had come to

a coldness within the van grew!

 

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The Band!

Excitement was high as the growing audience

waited with anticipation

for the heavy metal band to come on stage

known for outrageous shows

and their interest in occult and devil worship

it would be the ultimate trip!

 

Ferocious Beast name of the six member band

came upon the large stage

with a crescendo of sound and flashing lights

through thick dried ice smoke

leather clad with black menacing face paint

starting without constraint!

 

Into their set the band pounded the loud music

soon the mesmerizing voice

of the bewitching lead singer reverberated out

everyone listening was hooked

as if hypnotised by the clear words and tone

for them the seed was sown!

 

Huge speakers broadcast every syllable and notes

to the audiences willing ears

demonic images flashed onto viewing screens

at a pulsating high-definition pace

as cowled figures mingled amongst the throng

the intensity became strong!

 

Into the night the passion excelled to fever pitch

physically and mentally exhausted

they collapsed as the band left the stage in triumph

their message had been delivered

bedded into memories of the fans and believers

who had been welcome receivers!

 

The band moved onto their next awaiting disciples!

 

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The Peninsula!

To the family from the city the air was fresh

clean without the diesel smell

the spectacular sea views the land tapering

down to golden beaches

of the ever approaching isolated peninsula

staring out of their car!

 

The day was drawing rapidly towards dusk

the sun was setting fast

tomorrows forecast another lovely hot day

at last saw the cottage

weary after the long trip just wanted sleep

down the final lane so steep!

 

Soon as the sunset parked in an allotted bay

alongside the thatched cottage

glad to be here at last unloading their luggage

eager to get settled within

noticing the lighthouse a short distance away

somewhere when bored to stray!

 

Their first night was restful to tired to care

after nine when they woke

in these new surroundings of fresh sea air

absent of traffic sounds

their teenage daughter Jess was first up

in the kitchen dropped a cup!

 

Rousing the rest out of their sweet slumber

soon the smell of fried breakfast

filled the cottage making it feel more homely

setting them up for the fray

that would be an eventful twenty four hours

as events their holiday sours!

 

Mum and dad wanted to go and get groceries

from the nearby village store

but Jess and Paul wanted to see the lighthouse

knowing the kids often argued

were reluctant but eventually agreed to leave

from their parents had a reprieve!

 

As soon as they had gone noticed an emptiness

putting it down to being old

when the back door opened then closed scared

decided it was time to go

a little spooked not wanting to stay anymore

the lighthouse then seashore!

 

Nearing the tall structure made them feel small

straining to view the top

where the beam of light shone to protect ships

from coming in to close

both saw somebody waving at them frantically

as far as they could see!

 

Then it was gone blinded by the rising morning sun

arriving at the base

a notice by the entrance read tour’s start from ten

it was locked nobody there

but who was that standing at the top of the tower

they witnessed in that hour?

 

Exactly at the time stated a young woman arrived

and opened for tours

she was surprised to see two kids without parents

health and safety issues

told them without an adult could not let them in

asked was somebody else within?

 

Surprised said no so told her what they had seen

happy to talk about the history

that a lighthouse keeper a century before saw

a ship coming onto the rocks

the light had gone out on this treacherous coast

so with flares stayed at his post!

 

But the passenger ship hit the rocks many died

women and children to

though a hero in the storm fell to his own death

until this day a mystery

why the beam failed and keepers untimely fall

a mystery that did still enthrall!

 

Soon people were queueing to be shown around

so knew it was time to leave

they wanted to go down to those sandy beaches

but on the path the sand blew

yet nowhere else as if their passage was thwarted

so the sea walk was aborted!

 

Fed up and bored saw their were parents returning

stood waiting at the gate

a breeze passed them and footsteps were heard

walking up the path

afraid to turn mum got out of the car calling them

just before mayhem!

 

Wanted help with the shopping as dad was busy

as they were walking up the path

saw a showy shape looking out of the open door

that none of them had been near

all three stopped and yelled in a loud unified cry

rationality it did defy.

 

Dad came running at the shouting to find out why

as the three backed away

to afraid to go inside reluctantly went to the door

then he noticed the sign

this was the home of Tom bell a lighthouse keeper

it is said taken by the devils reaper!

 

He had no idea what this meant as a rasping voice

told him to come in

ashen walked down the path guiding his family

telling them to get in the car

and drove away at speed leaving their effects

here embedded lay many dark secrets!

 

Evil had been awakened by the family’s short stay

from its influence could never get away!

 

The Peninsula

 

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Deep Endless Rumble!

Usually it passes late at night high in the sky

a deep rumble draws near

once I saw this huge dark shape overhead

looming with two red lights

like the eyes of a devil from above peering

upon those below leering!

 

Vibration created making the house shake

deep and ominous to those below

that same noise I have heard many times

an enigma of unknown origin

makes me wonder what in the heavens fly

that the authorities always deny!

 

From other areas and from around the globe

many have listened as well

but not seeing anything only the prolonged

disturbing unforgettable roar

that you could never put out of your mind

is it of man or yet undefined?

 

It crescendos steadily raising consternation

leaving you so uncertain

that it maybe much more than a scary noise

helpless you stare upwards

into that vast expanse really wanting to know

what horrors on us could fate throw?

 

Have you also heard the deep endless rumble?

 

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Hell Cave!

Deep dank low and dark narrow tunnels

eventually led to the altar

where devil worship had been practiced

within its cold lonely interior

unspeakable deeds and sacrifices given

the one they seeked had risen!

 

This was what had been told of hell cave

carved out of the hard granite

split in chambers claustrophobic and cold

part of an evil rich mans club

women brought here as part of their fun

from the light of gods sun!

 

With many deaths spirits were trapped

unable to find that peace

the present owners would not divulge

if it was still used for the occult

on those days doors were locked tight

when only a few had an invite!

 

Several times a month ghost hunters

were freely allowed to roam

entering into an oppressive domain

to seek the tortured souls

manikin’s depicting passed events

in the void your fears it vents!

 

Looking like ghosts ready to pounce

the cave sloping downwards

narrowing as you reach the final part

where the altar is situated

in the centre of a circle used for magic

for victims the ending tragic!

 

In this atmosphere the group staying

were subjected to screams

voices around them and objects throne

high electro magnetic readings

even though the electricity was not on

the possibility of contact strong!

 

Adding to the rise and drop in temperature

making them feel unwanted

and a shape of a human seen and captured

on an infra-red still camera

were glad when dawn came and could leave

exhausted it was a reprieve!

 

As they left to check all the evidence collected

on the experiences reflected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Factory Conversion!

The factory used to be the largest employer

where steel was manufactured

close to the railway goods terminal for access

until the company went bust

left to decay stood derelict for years until sold

as a new chapter was to unfold!

 

An organisation had a unique purpose for its use

to turn it into a horror attraction

the works already had history of unnatural deaths

during its productive years

as witnesses told of many unpleasant confrontations

with strangers and no explanations!

 

Injured burnt and dressed in old-fashioned clothing

even police had been called

to deal with obnoxious suicides inside and on the line

running parallel to broken fencing

where the homeless and drug users had taken over

what evil remained here to smolder?

 

The obsolete factory conversion was soon completed

large numbers 666 above the name

the Horror Factory ready to draw in waiting crowds

to be frightened out of their wits

as actors portrayed monsters and the devil himself

surely not good for your mental health!

 

But being a location with a nasty oppressive history

the dead could certainly not rest

some of the cast working here were devil worshipers

and held black masses within

but were sacked but not before more evil did unleash

causing phenomena to increase!

 

Visitors often scared by more than the performers

seeing those still not at rest

evil entities waiting to posses the unsuspecting

passing through this attraction

voices and noises echoed around those present

for many were evanescent!

 

But others the effects were much longer lasting

or fatal to those who were weak

images pleading and vile words there recorded

left staff and visitors believers

dreading what may happen to any of them next

leaving all who entered perplexed!

 

Like a ghoulish monument there it stands today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Pub Sign!

The Pub sign depicted a horned devil like creature

the exterior had an unwelcome feel

this was the attraction to visitors the weird feature

it certainly had that ghoulish appeal

rumours told of witchcraft and human sacrifice

the entire building was not nice!

 

Sacrificial blood its said was used to paint the sign

implements of torture and knives

adorned dark walls of irregular and uneven design

where a stench of death survives

from every corner there seems some movement

often faint voices in torment!

 

Hooded figures are often seen inside and without

though often considered spectral

stories suggest some are mortal creating doubt

in caves below the cult goes on

the practice never ended the dead cannot rest

and with visitors emotions jest!

 

The village a hamlet lost in a medieval time line

the old pub the central core

the church now a ruin after going into decline

an unexplained fire years before

the pub sign draws your attention like a beacon

causing resistance to weaken!

 

Yet the tourists come in search of its unholy past

even the sceptics leave unnerved

tainted by questions of  its history the legend cast

whatever the truth its observed

that repugnant awareness takes away rationality

that has led to insanity!

 

It start with the first glance of The Pub Sign!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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