Dialling Telephone!

It was a nice apartment she kept telling herself

though had to admit it was cheap

certainly needed decorating that was certain

at last she had plenty of room

not having to share with her younger sister

definitely did not miss her.

 

But on the kitchen wall was a dialling telephone

thought this odd must be old

after a while began to like its shape and colour

noticing it was not connected

as she planned the redecoration of her new home

in her thoughts continued to roam.

 

Happy in her own world deciding on wallpaper

was distracted by a ringing

not being use to this sound ignored it carried on

but then heard it once more

following the ring ended up where she begun

it stopped not feeling the fun!

 

Again looked at the dialling phone surely not

no connection checked once more

as she went to leave it rang loudly she froze

stopped how could it ring

wanting to get away yet was being drawn

unconsciously now feeling forlorn!

 

A knock at the door made her become alert

to a more rational mood

relieved ran pleased somebody had called

where her best friend stood

that welcome smile helped the event fade

their affection both displayed.

 

An instant decision to have a shopping spree

putting them in a great mood

as it was Saturday went on to a night club

arriving home late and drunk

soon had fallen into a deep unsettled sleep

both on the lounge floor in a heap.

 

At three ten a persistent loud ring roused them

making their headaches worse

staggering into the kitchen it was the telephone

her friend lifted the receiver

together listened and could hear faint breathing

this made them feel like heaving!

 

A rasping voice then welcomed them into his home

dropping the receiver ran out

unable to sleep sat on the floor huddled together

nothing else happened that night

but curiosity overtook their fear they had to see

each wanting a cup of coffee.

 

Everything was normal in here the phone dangling

so continued to make breakfast

putting the receiver back tried chatting but weary

of what had recently transpired

glancing at the cut line wondering how it had rung

a glass fell into the sink with a clang!

 

Distracting them then it happened again jumping up

both ran yelling into corridor

with the telephone ringing and echoing endlessly

at that moment the neighbour

in the apartment opposite sheepishly came into view

telling them what she knew!

 

Of the elderly man who lived there for so many years

and found bludgeoned to death

hardly ever came to speak his only link the telephone

was found by it in the kitchen

when she found the door open worried went within

finding the body with pale bloody skin!

 

The son was eventually charged and later executed

left unoccupied for ten years

surprised that anybody had taken the apartment

they could still hear it ringing

could not go back in thought this was her new pad

scared had to walk away this was sad.

 

As they left the neighbour quickly closed her door

the telephone was still ringing!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Coffins!

On the white sandy beach early one morning

a jogger was surprised

to see a dark wood coffin as the tide receded

chains wrapped around

something held him back from treading near

instinct made him stay clear!

 

A mile down the coast two more coffins found

in exactly the same state

this time discovered by a group of teenagers

on the beach for a party

one brave lad did venture close captivated

and his life deactivated!

 

As they ran terrified from the empty beach

out at sea a fishing fleet

were pulling in their nets and caught within

dozens of similar coffins

fell heavily onto the wet and slippery decks

crews left shocked and vexed!

 

The fishing village was where they were taken

now unloaded on the quay

coffins replacing the usually fresh fish catch

as the locals stood sombre

deeply religious and superstitious community

together proud of their unity!

 

The elders were not surprised at this activity

as it was their ancestors

who had disposed of these now rotting coffins

throwing them into the sea

hundreds of miles away into the deepest abyss

now their existence was amiss!

 

Three hundred years before they were captured

a cult thought of as vampires

forced into these coffins blessed by the priest

weakened were trapped inside

crosses nailed to the lids then bound in chains

in salt water through their remains!

 

But as each was dropped screamed out the curse

future descendants would pay

they would return to seek bloody retribution

that day of prophecy had come

only if  one opened by an original kin villager

could this awful event occur!

 

There were recorded to be one hundred coffins

but on counting only ninety-nine

frantically a massive search hurriedly instigated

yet it was fruitless it was not there

outside of the village a local teenager unaware

of events towards the sea did stare!

 

Could not believe there lay a coffin on the sand

went closer to get a better view

for some reason was not harmed then a voice

in his head told remove the lid

as if compelled went home to get some tools

soon to break ancient rules!

 

As he snapped the locks unwinding the chains

forcing the thick sodden lid off

a decaying creature ravished on his blood

re-animating her back to life

now the long-awaited massacre was assured

the queens power restored!

 

At the exact moment each one sensed danger

instinct of death coming near

each coffin the chains shattered and opened

the one hundred had returned

the vampire queen walked amongst the risen

the kill executed with precision!

 

Some villagers escaped a new breed of slayer born!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Question!

That question pounds in my brain

why did I not act sooner

that odd scruffy man walked by me

but why would I suspect

that he had just shot my only friend

not being there to defend!

 

Will never lose that awful first glimpse

turning into his front gate

he was lying motionless we had talked

only a few minute before

no detectable raised tone in his speech

to my trusting ears did reach!

 

What struck me was how quiet and empty

the houses and street

being early morning residents must be in

surely there would be noise

arousing suspicions of this terrible event

an act of criminal intent!

 

That moment the police arrived escapes me

must have been in shock

not able to comprehend who would do it

but even then it looked

a well organised killing the only witness

myself adding to the stress!

 

Even at that early stage it had to be a hit

though this was absurd

how was this possible just working lads

but maybe I was not privy

to every secret of my childhood friend

hidden events in the end?

 

Gave the vague description of the suspect

to the detective inspector

who seemed unimpressed at the photo fit

nothing else could be added

later assisted the family to bury their son

something that had to be done!

 

Ten years on the  question always remains

why did I not act sooner

though as far as the evidence was gathered

the only explanation found

it was professionally planned and executed

this was no longer disputed!

 

But no motive has yet been discovered!

 

The Foureyed Poet.