Aircraft!

The last aircraft had just safely landed

in the air traffic control tower

a unified sigh was expelled by them all

as the tension within released

their long twilight shift had now ended

from nowhere a plane descended!

 

No blips were observed on the radar screen

nor radio contact received

soon could visibly see it from the windows

a twin turbo prop like a shadow

did a text-book landing on the unlit runway

what strange forces were at play?

 

The fire service and base security alerted

sped to the unexpected scene

they could only watch this spectacle

unfolding before them below

the markings and airline were unknown

from where had it flown?

 

On the tarmac it seemed lifeless ghostly

armed police waited agitated

as steps were hastily wheeled into place

nothing stirred as the door

was forcibly opened they rushed aboard

into a domain yet unexplored!

 

What they found was a new experience

an unbelievable sight before them

rows of skeletal remains in their seats

clothed in a very old style garb

appeared no sign of panic or any threat

on the fate passengers had met!

 

On the flight deck both pilots were found

bony hands on the controls

but how could it land nothing was alive

there was no power on the craft

soon discovered it departed from here

but soon after did disappear!

 

This happened sixty years ago to that day

no trace was ever found

until somehow it landed where it had left

the mystery was kept quiet

all evidence hidden from public exposure

so there could be no closure!

 

Years later a reporter was told of the case

who dug deep the truth to trace

any enquiry to seek out further information

blocked so never got confirmation!

 

He did persist but had a fatal accident!

 

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Tunnels!

Down into the deep cold dank tunnels

the group headed to investigate

a historic fort on the rugged coastline

protecting the nation for centuries

the ominous granite walls a landmark

what waited for then in the dark?

 

It was to be not only their first visit

no other group had entered

since the fought had been occupied

by soldiers during the war

in the forties its last official conflict

their findings could not predict!

 

Down the stone steps to a bolted gate

three apprehensive men

entering felt the rush of stale cold air

hit their faces gasped to breath

keeping together moved with vigilance

they were feeling intense!

 

Head torches piercing the deep blackness

water dripping from above

walls slimy to touch any sound magnified

in the distance a female scream

loud shouting voices to halted progress

their enthusiasm did suppress!

 

Uneasy about getting lost decided to retreat

as a deep groan then vicious push

made them turn and run in a blind terror

soon back at the entrance panting

feeling safer now pondered their evidence

implications for research immense!

 

It had been picked up by their equipment

this reinforced their commitment!

 

Knew they had to go back into the tunnels!

 

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Hit!

Felt that hard tap on his back and was annoyed

plenty of room for him to get by

as the man who came in only washed his hands

leaving as if it were planned

was he a victim thought it odd could not forget

over the day began to fret!

 

The spot he was hit rapidly became very sore

nausea soon overwhelmed him

became bedridden anxious as his poor condition

began to recall that encounter

with an increasing haze of a debilitating fever

in conspiracy theories a believer!

 

True had expressed his thoughts in his own blog

of events certain were staged

but until that moment never imagined the risk

would warrant a professional hit

knew nobody would accept this was the case

any evidence there would be no trace!

 

Rushed to hospital he could just make the call

doctors pondered his symptoms

within two days body weak total organ failure

on autopsy a faint mark detected

a tiny puncture wound a trace substance found

knew his life was outbound!

 

Cremated death certificate read cause undermined

but in his mind knew as he died

was another victim who came far too near the truth

trying to spread his theories

that was not within the authorities agenda to allow

he was just another fatality now!

 

Is this just another conspiracy theory or an actual fact?

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Prophecies!

Its said that human minds are controlled

of course most this did not believe

just another conspiracy theory of nutters

so carried on their material lives

as the increasing violent weather patterns

destroyed isolated communities

few actually ask questions of our eradication

appalled but accepting the escalation!

 

As fires spread over dry lands lacking the rain

where water was once ample

torrential rain and floods in places normally dry

snow in climates usually hot

many more earthquakes of higher magnitudes

volcanoes dormant for centuries

erupting without anybody getting any warning

countless numbers in deep mourning!

 

Millions living their daily routine in the rat race

as society started falling apart

around them prophesies of doom just old stories

focusing on their increasing debts

as dates of the predicted end times came and went

threat of nuclear wars rose

it became a noise something for them to discount

even as the evidence did mount!

 

Until that day knew it was not tales of fiction penned

for us this really was the end!

 

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Maiden Voyage!

From its moorings the liner headed out to sea

the decks and shore filled with people

cheering loudly happy and excitedly watching

en route on its maiden voyage

no hint of the horrors that would materialize

to this day many still agonies!

 

The truth behind the sinking still in question

as yet another theory emerges

an uncontrollable fire in the ships coal bunkers

was raging when it left port

prestige and money outweighed human cost

as hundreds of lives were lost!

 

It is surmised long before the departure date

the fire was originally discovered

the task would be no problem to extinguish

but the bunkers were full

nobody knew when the initial ignition occurred

as the twists and turns of fate stirred!

 

Even as the excitement increased for passengers

families tearfully saying goodbye

there was no visible sign to an innocent throng

the deception continued on

the ship set off on its only voyage and into history

leaving that lingering mystery!

 

Too many unanswered questions remain to this day

unease of what really happened

never goes away as more hidden evidence discovered

what is yet to be brought into sight

will it ever be known the veracity of that fateful night

full disclosure of these souls true plight!

 

 

That is a question there is no certainty can be resolved!

 

 

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Bigfoot!

Throughout the world legends abound

of creatures said to roam

remote areas of forests and wilderness

tracks found and foot prints

of huge creatures that are rarely seen

or myths that had never been!

 

Like those searching for proof of aliens

and intent ghost hunters

many seek this allusive beast Bigfoot

in inaccessible places

as keen and devoted like other seekers

in the quest for these creatures!

 

Like many Monster legends millions believe

though tracks are found

the theories usually prove to be a false trail

every country has its stories

the more remote harder to instigate a pursuit

which often bears no fruit!

 

Relentless there are dedicated teams hunting

to capture the evidence

resolute in bringing the undisputable validation

it is real and not a story

danger lurks without communication or support

as Bigfoot goes on being sort!

 

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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.

 

 

 

Decay!

There was that distinct smell of flesh decay

as the senior detective entered

the large and disused shipping warehouse

a small digger was excavating

a large deep hole in a nearby corner laid

three bodies were displayed!

 

When he started it was pick axes and shovels

the rookies did the digging

still it was progress no backache or blisters

the team had already arrived

he watched as another corpse was placed

noticing there was no face!

 

It seems as well none had any hands or feet

the odd aspect of the case

they had the killer to them had confessed

paid to dispose of evidence

his task to leave no means of recognition

or he would be in their position!

 

But he had come to them highly stressed

petrified and eager to talk

what he told them next sounded  insane

blurting out they were here

those he murdered he could see each one

his life he knew was done!

 

He had heard many confessions and stories

could distinguish the crazies

but this guy was plain scared out of his mind

said they were surrounding him

had to get them to be buried on holy ground

nobody else heard any sound!

 

Shaking and sweating gave them thirty names

it did get cold as we talk

put it down to my over worked imagination

but he was a spooky guy

the longer being with him I felt the presence

my misgivings rose to intense!

 

Suddenly it became silent he took a breath

his eyes bulged he turned blue

it was though something was strangling him

yet nothing was there to do it

in the two way glass sure he saw a reflection

there was a psychic connection!

 

It took a five minutes to absorb the bizarre scene

that is how he ended in this dump

finding every noise made him flinch wondering

if there were ghosts watching

surely not but the families could now get closure

it was hard keeping his composure!

 

Maybe this ageing detective was not a sceptic after all

had to get away from the decay to make a call!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Mortuary!

The paranormal team secured an investigation

in disused depressing hospital.

Many tales of  experiences in this decaying relic

still littered with equipment.

From a more disciplined and cruel period of care

and complain you wouldn’t dare!

 

But it’s said the torment of the patients lingered on

untold misery within its borders!

The group split into pairs and sent to each hotspot

where staff had witnessed events!

Each armed with a voice recorder and torches

went in to face unseen forces!

 

Down in the basement they approached the mortuary

glad to have radios to communicate.

Entering the large room cold with an unpleasant odour

four fridges directly in front!

Immediately they heard sounds of metallic tapping

and their batteries power sapping.

 

Realising it was emanating from the rusting fridges

contacted the base unit.

As all the crew converged to the active location

a cry of  anguish was heard.

What sounded like scratching quickly followed next

leaving some perplexed!

 

A suggestion was then made for somebody to lay

on one of the body trays.

Shut inside on their own for an hour-long vigil

who was brave or foolish?

Regretting being a volunteer the female got on

the feeling of death strong!

 

Tingling in her legs began to turn to numbness

and a soft voice spoke!

Sounding like ‘ stay with me’ from her left side

this she didn’t expect.

Panic made her shout to be released fast

seeing also a shadow cast!

 

They each decided to leave a few hours early

they sensed a hostile presence!

On reviewing their audio and visual devises

evidence was really clear.

The tapping was chilling on hearing it again

soon after the girl went insane!

 

None returned to the mortuary as their lives fell apart!

 

The Foureyed Poet.