Break!

He took a break from his long trip at a rest stop

had left early from his home

an insurance salesman had arranged a meeting

confident the day would be profitable

headed for the coffee shop needed the caffeine

but the day would not turn out routine!

 

Even as he sat sipping his latte was certain he saw

a strangely dressed female staring at him

then it was gone tried thinking just tiredness

yet after that his skin began to itch

sure wherever he turned the entity was observing

which became very unnerving!

 

Beginning to have a panic attack decided to leave

glad to be outside the anxiety eased

on the way to his car she was there once more

there was no escape what was happening

walked into an advertising sign thoughts distracted

tense all his muscles contracted!

 

Reality was slipping away the scene became distorted

anybody coming near he lashed out

the world he knew came and went in bright flashes

the woman became more disfigured

each sighting ever closer why was she haunting him

everything was becoming grim!

 

Stumbling managed to reach where the car was parked

but even that had become a blur

all balance absent fell against the car to stay upright

now the deformed woman was by his side

reality deserted him emptiness filled a confused mind

the reaper his existence reassigned!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Large Black Eyes!

Stories have been told for many decades

that have increased in intensity

creating terror for those it has touched

instilling a dread none will forget

one incident happened on a Halloween

the fear could not be foreseen!

 

Around ten in the evening the dog barked

running about in a crazy manner

she was otherwise alone on this night

heard a faint tap on the front door

feeling uncertain walked down the hall

heard a child’s faint voice call!

 

There were no children living in the house

just herself with the agitated dog

her husband had left to work a night shift

through the frosted glass

two small silhouettes were visible there

of her own anxiety was aware!

 

The voice called again please may we come in

she thought it late for children

to be on their own replied what do you want

her hand shook opening the door

looked down saw two poorly dressed children

one about twelve the other under ten!

 

The barking continued as an unpleasant odour

made her feel suddenly nauseous

the older child stepped forward into clear view

illuminated by the hall light

making her move back strangely was afraid

their presence a threat conveyed!

 

Holding the door tightly so neither could enter

then they lifted their heads together

holding back a scream shocked at what she saw

their eyes were large and black

two pale skinned faces that seemed stretched

on them something inhuman etched!

 

Slammed the door and put on the safety change

added go away you cannot come in

what seemed like hours they stood on the porch

but eventually walked away

went to the bay window with its clear street view

they were nowhere insight terror grew!

 

Sat freezing on the carpet for the remaining night

a frightened pet huddled close and tight!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Crushed!

That defining moment came for them both

together for what seemed like ever

each leaving a happy marriage for this affair

which had turned from just a fling

into a long happy relationship love discussed

but tonight the moment crushed!

 

They tried to have sex yet the spark had gone

that flush of embarrassment

overcame them both as they sat back to back

an emptiness overwhelming

without another word the man dressed and left

all feelings somehow bereft!

 

The women for some reason overcome with guilt

remembering her only child

she deserted all communication had been broken

in the bedroom she reminisced

rubbing a small hand over the crumpled sheet

at the moment those pangs of defeat!

 

The man he had no such qualms he went back

to a wife who still loved him

arrogant in his attitude without a conscience

resuming where he left off

to him knew there was always his home base

self-preservation he did embrace!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Park Bench!

The smartly dressed man sat sweating profusely

on the newly installed park bench

it was late summer in the middle of the day

mothers with their small children

joggers to and elderly couples kept a distance

he had become a worrying hindrance!

 

As they started to become agitated each fearing

with his odd behavior was mad

maybe infected the whisper became a crescendo

the park rangers were summoned

everybody evacuated before the police arrived

but he died and could not be revived!

 

Precautions were used treating him as infected

preliminary tests found nothing

as the body laid in the morgue with no identity

without a defined cause of death

here would remain until more evidence acquired

but an open mind would be required!

 

After the forensic search the tapes were removed

that cordoned off the park bench

the routine returned like nothing had happened

this calm did not last long

many more were found in this catatonic plight

corresponding with a reported light!

 

Not all of them expired some woke up confused

others in a deep coma

it started to emerge on checking their blood

and searching police records

these were victims of reported alien abduction

causing authorities disruption!

 

Some going back decades were now returning

most quickly became well

each had changes to their body chemistry

and though once strangers

they were drawn to be together in a community

which caused suspicion at this unity!

 

The question on everybody’s lips were they human

or were these now more alien

most stayed clear isolating the growing numbers

but surveillance was ongoing

then tension became too much and mobs attacked

the strange group were whacked!

 

And carnage ensued in the once quite sleepy hamlet

police forces could no cope

unable to understand just what was happening

converging on the scene

halted by agents in dark suits blocking their way

not allowed in the complex to stray!

 

Several coaches with darkened window being loaded

with these possible hybrids

soldiers with no insignia stood guard until full

few words were exchanged

as the mysterious convoy drove rapidly out of view

this was when they could get through!

 

Inside the mobs who had foolishly stormed them

were scattered everywhere

none remained alive or recognizable any more

all that was left to be done

remove and identify the victims for now certain

the circumstances could not explain!

 

The group that had come back from somewhere

vanished never to be seen again

not even today no information or justification

never been provided only silence

another dark secret held from the public domain

that for now will remain!

 

At the park bench flowers are secretively laid

and animals the spot evade!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Meant To Be!

It was meant to be pleasant day away together

as the couple set off.

Cloudy at first but sunny as they arrived

at a quiet country destination.

Taking with them a rug and picnic hamper

like kids did scamper.

 

Losing themselves as time was not relevant

as the temperature rose.

Sat for lunch under a clump of bushes

no breeze and secluded.

It felt so good chatting there unmolested

together completely rested.

 

Unaware of their surroundings or the man

walking across the field.

Until he stood watching and pointing a gun

innocently they  turned.

As he fired the musket for the end prepared

jointly the moment shared!

 

Nothing happened before he disappeared

gathering their things fled!

Brought to an abrupt halt their path blocked

strangely dressed men waited.

A haze formed they menacingly approached

on the their sanity encroached!

 

Oddly there was no sound only visually vivid

overwhelming their minds!

Jumping to the left sliding down a bank

into a patch of stinging nettles.

Scrambled back up but nothing to be seen

just the track and lots of green!

 

Now disorientated and confused stumbled on

eventually finding their car.

Gasping for breath sitting completely dazed

a park ranger came concerned.

When they explained their awful experience

that to them was immense!

 

He listened carefully before telling them both

this was a sight of battles long ago!

They were two of only a few who had witnessed

the ghosts of the fallen.

Young soldiers cut down during the civil war

images lingering forever raw!

 

To scared to go back no words could they say

just had to get away!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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