Eerie!

The Shabby building loomed into sight

on a quiet country cross roads

a low mist hung above the damp fields

it had a certain eerie charm

baffled how he had a feeling of brutality

how could this be in reality?

 

Dimly lit oddly no cars parked outside

guardedly stood fearfully

had decided to leave his car on a verge

really needed a rest

alone and tired instinct held him back

the nerve to enter did lack!

 

There seemed to be an invisible barrier

or was it his imagination

a compulsion drove him slowly forward

his body tingled for a second

now found himself entering into the inn

what would he find within?

 

From behind a distinct sound of animals

turned to see six horses

pulling a stagecoach that was coming in

laughter alerted him

loud raucous singing coming from one bar

the other quiet and empty bizarre!

 

Those from the stage-coach entered tired

so close he was not seen

it was like looking at a television screen

an invisible ghostly watcher

well dressed passengers wearily entering

round a fire centering!

 

They looked cold talking with each other

yet he felt a tension

a pretty woman talking to a young man

an older male looked angry

from his waistband drew a gun and fired

the man collapsed expired!

 

Unable to leave these images before him

watching women scream

and other passengers terrifying stares

there was confusion and rage

as the group of drunken men burst in

the savagery did begin!

 

Dragging the mature male roughly outside

with mob rule taking over

attempts by the coachman and the female

who had been involved

pushed to the ground as a rope handed

to the leader justice he demanded!

 

As he watched unable to do anything at all

saw it thrown over a tree

and the dangling end made into a noose

put around the hysterical man

the group pulled together his body lifted

then his vision drifted!

 

All went dark he suddenly awoke shaken

crumpled on the ground

it was so quiet sitting up with a headache

surveyed his surroundings

the old building was deserted and sealed

as if things inside concealed!

 

The land in front was overgrown and barren

he tried to run from there

confused at what had occurred so scared

back at his car could see

a glow emanating from inside as darkness

the countryside did caress!

 

Driving off in disbelief at this experience

never told a soul about it

years later tried to retrace that journey

but never found the place

was this a glimpse into a real past event

always remained his torment!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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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 onĀ  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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