Hunted!

The vast forest-covered the valley and mountain

a fast flowing river completed the scene

of an unspoilt wilderness untouched by man

until a logging company set up camp

given permission to remove thousands of trees

conservationists this did not please!

 

On the other side of the forest range nestled

a township peaceful and law-abiding

prepared for the approaching snow storms

as the first winds began to blow

they were not prepared for what was to come

or terror to which they would succumb!

 

Back in the logging camp it was suddenly still

as the crew lay mutilated and dead

no longer noise of the chain saws and banter

the perpetrators had long gone

leaving behind the carnage of a savage kill

no sound even the air deathly still!

 

The townsfolk woke to several feet of snow

covering the once naked streets

but this was just the normal no surprise

but the strange large marks

cloven hoofprints in fresh snow were new

that’s when their fear grew!

 

The sheriff noticed them near his window

thinking it must be a hoax

they continued into the trees some distance

following them for a while

was totally surprised they suddenly stopped

in amazement his jaw dropped!

 

Blood was smeared over the trunk of a tree

deep long gauges in the bark

made it more of a scene he should leave now

radioed his deputy to meet him

he being certain it was a more disturbing event

with a real menacing intent!

 

Soon a report of a prized horse gone missing

and the sudden exit of all creatures

fleeing so frightened from an unseen danger

raising the stakes and anticipation

of the population unaware of what was near

but soon the answer would be here!

 

Patrolling the sheriff found a deer in the road

freshly killed and mauled

similar marks had already found heard a noise

just seconds being distracted

never saw anything looking back it had gone

something was seriously wrong!

 

That sickening feeling he was now being hunted

or very soon could be cornered

drove rapidly to town as another night neared

decided to suggest to the residents

to gather in the red brick town-hall for protection

receiving not a single rejection!

 

A hunter arrived to tell him a friend had been killed

found his body in the branches

shaken said could not have got there on his own

remembered ancient legends

of creatures that lived deep in the dense forest

this theory was a lot to digest!

 

An ancient native american sacred burial site

there had to be truth in the legends

gathered at the town hall steps heard sounds

deep angry sinister loud roars

townsfolk quickly ushered to the basement

the sheriff ready for engagement!

 

Two armed volunteer hunters joined the hunt

as they waited for an unseen foe

soon a huge dark object was on the attack

fast and agile they were the hunted

guns blazing in pitch black had to be alert

or be slaughtered or seriously hurt!

 

In an instant the sheriff was now confronted

with a mass heading his way

firing it knocked him to the floor lashing out

with huge claws and teeth gnashing

bullets at first never stopped the beasts charge

as more rapidly did discharge!

 

Just managed to grab his knife stabbed its head

this made it fall heavily backwards

now running away as the deputy came to help

but suddenly the beats jumped up

knocking him with force through a glass door

it left a trail of blood on the floor!

 

Injured both struggled to stand it had vanished

shaken waited for the daylight

a search was mounted but nothing ever found

today they live in a state of terror

knowing the beast was somewhere not dead

no idea of the future that lay ahead!

 

Deep in the vast forest the beasts waited

to terminate the humans they hated!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Derelict!

It was for a dare that the youngsters agreed

to explore the derelict house

meeting outside on a Saturday afternoon

the eldest fourteen and a bit

he was thought of as big brother to the rest

not for much longer one of the best!

 

Wanting to probe the house others avoided

his idea not wanting to go alone

now the reluctant foursome stood together

sneaking through a hole

in the back garden fence next to wasteland

trying to be an intrepid band!

 

All they had was each other and their torches

it did not look inviting

downstairs the glass was broken or cracked

the outer door ripped off

inner one was half-open the older lad Lance

entering not afraid to advance!

 

The youngest Lilly did not want to go inside

but a growl and shaking bush

made her run and grab big sister Lee’s hand

surprised let out a loud yell

words in large red letters daubed on each wall

then saw movement in the hall!

 

Now bunched together feeling very frightened

the kitchen door slammed shut

training their torches could see nothing there

but Lance wanted to search more

little Leanne started crying asking to leave

a man was watching she did believe!

 

Moving on through the derelict lower floor

a dragging sound was heard

as if coming down the now collapsed stairs

but nothing could be seen

yet little Leanne said again about the man

as each viewed the floor plan!

 

The girls voices now rising to a petrified shrill

reluctantly Lance admitted

this was far too much for him to take anymore

as a plank of wood flew in the air

helping them through a glass less window frame

admitted it was a mistake they came!

 

Covered in dust quickly headed back to the fence

but felt compelled for a last look

everyone saw the figure of a girl staring at them

at this ran panic-stricken home

the parents were never told just what occurred

what the children had seen and heard!

 

They seemed to go their separate ways after that

the eldest Lance discovered girls

as for the other they stayed at home every night

the house was demolished

soon on the site several dwellings were erected

but in weeks bad things were detected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Door!

There was the key he had lost some years ago

that fitted the rusting lock

belonging to the door at the top of narrow stairs

in his dead uncle’s house

that was told by him every visit never to go near

how inside wanted to peer!

 

Now in his thirties the warning clearly remembered

his aunt within still resided

had found the key in the uncle’s study desk draw

fear had never left him

took it home on a hook in his own kitchen placed

soon noticed it had been misplaced!

 

After searching for a while puzzled where it was

was distracted with other thoughts

now confronted with the keys re-appearance

renewed his long-lost fears

realising the time was here to face his own past

decided to open the door at last!

 

At his uncle’s house his aunt sat so frail and old

let her know he was there

then took his long dreaded steps to the door

the dust made him cough

spiders cobwebs made his blood pressure high

his childhood nightmare was nigh!

 

With his mind screaming to leave right away

turned the key pushed it open

an awful odour made him retch as he faltered

fumbled for a light switch

could not find one yet the wall seemed so wet

stood helpless with regret!

 

More use to the darkness the landing light shone

creating creepy odd shadows

he became aware of something near the window

that had been blacked out

metal bars screwed in front something slithered

sinking to the floor his strength withered!

 

And on top of him was a monstrous drooling freak

with a deep throaty voice spoke

welcome home brother aunty said you were coming

in the doorway she stood

glad you to have met at long last she closed the door

nothing was heard of him anymore!

 

His cries for help were never heard!

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

 

 

 

Tap!

The couple were awoken by a very loud tap

on their bedroom door

it was only two am on a spring morning

almost afraid to breath

this had not happened to them before

but this they could not ignore!

 

Recently moved to the mature bungalow

it stood on the edge of a village

already renovated this their dream home

so this was unexpected

compelled to take a glance nobody was there

a moment of fear did share!

 

The only sounds were of owls and animal cries

returning to bed tried to sleep

holding each other close until the dawn broke

got up to prepare for work

only to find kitchen cupboard doors open wide

yet nothing disturbed inside!

 

Unsettled at this odd sight on a new morning

dressed quickly they had to leave

left for work their circumstances had to reflect

returning after a difficult day

it was early evening both entered hesitantly

wondering what they would see!

 

Tension now replaced the joy of a new home

always felt those prying eyes

sitting for their dinner a glass slowly moved

then shot off the table hitting

and smashing against a newly painted wall

after that bad things did befall!

 

The second night neither could sleep well

footsteps echoed loudly

another tap on the door but much louder

sounding far more urgent

holding each other made no effort to look

as the door violently shook!

 

They were glad when it was light talked

for the first time for hours

she just wanted to go but he said no way

they could not afford to leave

decided cameras may help them find out

as their sanity was in doubt!

 

To save money fitted them with a friend

every angle was covered

put the base unit in the spare bedroom

now all they could do was wait

each morning checked nothing was seen

for several days tapes clean!

 

It had gone quiet had it been imagination

yet the unease remained

on this particular night there was banging

that went on for an hour

suddenly stopping then a muffled scream

so piercing and extreme!

 

Reluctantly ventured into the open lounge

the patio door was wide open

closing it decided to view the recordings

hoping something was captured

mostly blurry saw a shape for one second

were their lives threatened?

 

As the next dawn approached the alarm again

roused them from sleep

troubled by this yet a few hours had helped

now another Saturday

turned the alarm off the patio was wide open

things got worse this day

even with the alarm off it still became activated

both of them frustrated!

 

As the sun shone tried sitting in their garden

even here could not settle

decided to go out but the car would not start

it seemed they were trapped

intently watched the recording from last night

saw a figure come into the lens light!

 

Stood for seconds before thrusting its awful face

close to the camera laughing

no sound but it made their blood run ice-cold

could not sleep anymore

laid on the bed left the door open could see hall

when they heard a female call!

 

Bravely the husband ventured to investigate

without warning was pushed over

a force pulled at his legs his wife tried to help

but did not have the strength

heard his cries fade away staring into the dark

realising her situation stark!

 

Managed to grab her cell phone and dial 911

as she spoke a blurry shape

lunged at her violently she too was taken

leaving a bloody trail

the police arrived searching everywhere

but found nobody there!

 

The bungalow was sealed up and deserted!

 

No doubt somebody will want to venture in!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

First Visit!

Entering that nice neat new bungalow

made my hair stand on end.

Never lived in before the paint still wet

this my first visit to view.

Detached and sat at the edge of a farm

it had a certain charm.

 

The sense of foreboding as I walked in

that estate agent unperturbed.

Seemed completely focused on  her job

keen to get her commission.

For myself it was hard to finish the tour

my eyes stared at the lounge door!

 

Gazing in the hallway to me a figure stood

only for a second or two.

I blinked and it was gone from my sight

strangely then the door shut!

The woman heard the noise and smiled

saying the kitchen was newly tiled.

 

I could take no more and got outside

where it was less oppressive.

I surveyed the tranquil country scene

in the garden I saw a girl.

Then it became still a face at the window

and within depressed and low!

 

Was it a dreadful event from a time before

had taken place here?

Then I knew I could never be happy here

made my excuses and left.

Searching later the history that was written

a girl and her boyfriend were smitten.

 

On this ground had caught her man cheating

with another maiden.

In a rage she had brutally killed them both

was put on trial and hanged!

Had I tuned into their horrible demise

seeing their tortured spirits rise?

 

Or was there something more sinister at work?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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