College!

The teenager was excited that Monday

heading to her choice of university

tears kisses and hugs from parents

she was of a nerd disposition

thrilled with a thirst for knowledge

history of the occult at college!

 

Her one desire being a parapsychologist

always had an interest in ghosts

ever since she saw a girl in her bedroom

told mum she said it was a dream

definitely knew it was real being awake

could still feel the headache!

 

Saw it many times after all over the house

always made her head throb

yet never felt threatened just very sad

was about twelve at the time

from then on heard voices in her mind

the future had been defined!

 

Kept all this from the family and friends

none of them could understand

glad at last to get away from that house

now nineteen had to find direction

compelled to this historic seat of learning

entering her stomach was churning!

 

Could not admit she had psychic abilities

early afternoon seemed quiet

surely should be busy on registration day

there was a buzz with crowds

voices bombarded her brain hard to breath

it kept repeating Macbeth!

 

Reeling then heard movement behind her

a young woman in long robe

silently came over with a chilling smile

hi Sara my names Beth

you have been eagerly expected here

everything will be made clear!

 

By eye contact she was guided into a room

without hesitation followed

as though it was natural to walk behind

this creepy young stranger

two huge doors seemed to open unaided

with singing was serenaded!

 

Candles lit the way the atmosphere heavy

hooded figures could be seen

that awareness flooded her profound mind

knew she was out of her depth

as the black-robed figures now surrounded

her petite body terror unbounded!

 

Now hands were pushing her towards what

soon became clear was an altar

the female slowly with precision turned

you have been chosen to join

our ancient secret coven by careful selection

here under our protection!

 

As she stood she was stripped and re-dressed

into a dark long red robe

on the altar lay what looked like a teenager

draped in a white gown

found herself standing with a knife in hand

none of this she planned!

 

Could not stop as the compulsion to kill surged

the knife above raised high

had no control as it plunged she screamed

all went dark then awoke

was now alone outside of this gothic facade

her thoughts no longer strayed!

 

 

Her destiny had been foretold this had to be faced

fearful for the ordeal braced!

 

Eyes watched as she really entered unable to escape!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Substance!

Everybody is living within this substance

air that we need to exist

but what else lives in this environment

in the mists and clouds

bacteria virus’s alien spores nasty things

that with it danger brings!

 

Life forms existing before humans came

objects seen in storms

flying in our atmosphere unidentified

is it of humanoids design

or from another parallel civilisations

opens worrying implications!

 

In the darkness many become terrified

as it brings night terrors

seeing monsters ghosts shadow figures

in wardrobes or under the bed

engulfing them in a daunting situation

causing their expiration!

 

Orbs floating or more weird displays

of blazing light formations

evil cold voices with no bodies near

glasses furniture or doors

moving as if by hidden manipulation

without rational explanation!

 

Possessions of people by demonic beings

needing priests for exorcism

are there spirits here who have never

taken any solid form

so much with the answers not yet found

what else is earthbound?

 

Be careful who knows what’s around!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Christmas Home Coming!

End of the first year of her university course

now it was Christmas holidays

excited to be going home to see mum and dad

her big sister would be there to

dad said he would pick her up from the station

filled with festive anticipation!

 

Tried to phone home that day but got no reply

getting on the train so worried

the normally quick trip slow in this demeanor

unable to comprehend a reason

she could see that there was nobody waiting

phoning her friend now debating!

 

A hug from her best mate glad to see somebody

they headed home in a car

approaching the road became aware of no lights

pulling up outside was fearful

of what she would find when opening the door

turning the key in the lock unsure!

 

Tried the light switch but there was no power

the street light gave some illumination

made their way to the cupboard in the hallway

where the fuse box was situated

a torch was on the top checking fuses were fine

the electric switched off by design!

 

With the house illuminated everything was tidy

so neat her mums handy work

as if it had been prepared for her home-coming

checked the bedrooms perfect

what was happening had thoughts of slaying

or kidnap nerves fraying!

 

Enquired with neighbours said they heard noises

went around knocked on the door

nobody replied then called the police concerned

but when they came all was quiet

now ready to tear out her hair fearing the worst

in her mind came a word cursed!

 

In the lounge the christmas tree stood in the corner

presents spread around the base

decorations lovingly placed cards hanging over string

just as she had waited to come and see

dad was a history teacher who enjoyed Egyptology

specialising in anthropology!

 

He had been on several archeological study trips

and brought back several artifacts

the thought of this made sense but was terrified

a smell of mould made them both

felt nauseous then she remembered the basement

were none of her family went!

 

But now there was no other choice it held the key

holding each other for comfort

through the entrance in the kitchen descended

the narrow creaky dusty stairs

uncertain of what would greet them down there

taking the guise of an ancient lair!

 

Having to use the torch there were large photos

of pyramids and artifacts

shelfs with real items placed neatly on long tables

the air had that mouldy odour

stifling hot and dusty made it hard to breathe

their calmness gone began to seethe!

 

There was  a strange atmosphere they had to go

as they did heard faint whimpering

aimed the torch there saw her mum and sister

petrified afraid to move a muscle

helping them up quickly left the weird basement

away from that sense of encasement!

 

In the warmth of her best friends car she spoke

of her husbands involvement

with artifacts being taken from ancient tombs

and ignoring the stern warnings

how several hooded figures seem to materialize

their bodies and minds did paralyze!

 

They were forced down the stairs to the cellar

were they took several items

and with the girl’s father went as they had come

leaving them traumatized

helpless they cried uncertain what to do next

leaving them all perplexed!

 

Not the Christmas Home Coming she expected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Embedded!

Embedded on an ancient stone monument

an unusual symbol was clear

though worn down with the passing of time

close to a small stone circle

there was a feeling of enchantment within

and prickling on your skin!

 

Invisible to our peripheral vision illusions

surrounded our small group

it was like a gathering of robed figures were

trapped within these boundaries

laughter wafted on air trapped in this space

centre of an ancient power base!

 

Overwhelming and wonderful but suspicious

uncertain of what we had found

cautiously moving about ancient monoliths

more symbols were clearly seen

showing wizard like figures in pointed hats

wands in hand and wide-eyed cats!

 

An ancient cult of sorcerers once gathered here

not a destructive force

but a magical supernatural presence held

for centuries in the circle

still living on in another plain of existence

for eternity the possibility immense!

 

Where it seemed to retain a spiritual purity

that each could embrace

the longer their stay the harder to leave

this energy being absorbed

long dormant emotions began to emerge

through a metaphysical surge!

 

The sense of being themselves engulfed inside

together knew they had to leave

with an enormous combined strength escaped

back into reality of  present day

in wonder knowing what they had discovered

reluctant it would be uncovered!

 

But they knew within them the change had begun!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Stakeout!

The detective sat on an all night stake out

watching for a violent suspect

a twenty-six year veteran of the force

hardened to any type of crime

nothing he thought could test his sanity

or question even his humanity!

 

After midnight always a hard time for him

but a tip-off had been received

that a drug dealer was expected here

to visit a popular club

a dangerous man they’d wanted for a while

known to be ruthless and vile!

 

From a window of a flat over a take away

opposite the exclusive venue

the target boldly got out of a sports car

entering security let him in

nothing out of the ordinary that’s for sure

he spotted something more!

 

Two male figures seemed to just appear

sinister suited silhouettes

stood then turned going into the club

as if they hadn’t been seen

he could see them needed to know more

a mystery not to ignore!

 

Showing his badge was allowed go within

noisy hot and flashing lights

saw the mark and unidentified beings

distracted for a second

they’d gone got his team in at top speed

with a search to proceed!

 

The villain had gone and was never found

case was closed left pending

who were the figures he the only witness

where had they come from

nobody believed what was in his report

the truth had to be sought!

 

It would not be long before it occurred again

and the detective knew he was sane!

 

Now one man on a mission of exploration

to find the answer!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

No Choice!

Having to find somewhere wasn’t easy

eventually a house came up.

First time I saw it had an eerie feeling

without another option took it.

With a choice I wouldn’t have moved in

as soon troubles would begin!

 

 

For some reason I couldn’t get enthusiastic

taking some time to get the stuff in.

My girlfriend came to her brother helped us

even loaning his van.

An old house but in a good state of repair

something wasn’t right there!

 

It was a quite small big enough for us two

in our bedroom was a big closet.

Every night the door just swung open

it felt like eyes watching you!

If you tried to sleep whispering in your ear

shadowy figures seemed to appear!

 

Escalating to heavy pressure on your chest

my partner woke choking.

Like hands tightening around her throat

we slept no more that night.

An atmosphere grew neither could define

our relationship began to decline!

 

It was though our humanity was being drained

evil thoughts entered my mind.

Towards the woman I loved happily so long

she became terrified of me!

But when I physically attacked and hurt her

all reality became a blur!

 

When the police came to arrest me for assault

was the route to my escape!

As it was concluded I was mentally unstable

and ended up in mental hospital.

While in there I met an interesting old guy

said he didn’t have long to die!

 

Knew all about the house I’d not long purchased

admitting he’d lived there.

Many years ago and was driven to murder

and it was his malevolent spirit.

That still  existed in the fabric of that place

evil showed in his gnarled face!

 

Whether it was true I couldn’t really be sure

but everybody loathed him there.

Soon afterwards passed on and I didn’t mourn

my girlfriend soon got better.

And I was then released and officially sane

but answers still remain!

 

Never returned to that strange house or area

lost on the whole deal.

Got our relationship back to how it was before

heard the house was destroyed.

Bodies were found in the buildings rubble

leaking gas caused the trouble!

 

I guess the old man was not so mad!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.