Mates Flat!

The surroundings of his mates new flat

were certainly unfamiliar

how they got back was a real mystery

waking up on the lumpy couch

needing to find a toilet for an urgent pee

but it was difficult to see!

 

No idea where the bathroom was situated

hitting furniture with bare feet

unable to detect the light switches as well

eventually blundering there

relieved stared at a mirror above the sink

saw his mate in a blink!

 

Spinning around nobody was in there with him

he ran out the taps turned on

hitting every surface saw his mate sprawled

half on and off the king size bed

a naked girl laid there by his side both asleep

head filled noise of a mournful weep!

 

This shocked him into waking up hang over gone

alone in the lounge no girl for this guy

never lucky with females just got far too drunk

clothes scattered sat in underpants

on the settee a seat cushion suddenly depressed

heart missed a beat in chest!

 

Could not see anybody yet an impression visible

shivering it was though no longer alone

quickly jumped up as arm was gripped so tightly

had never been here ever before

knew at that crucial moment his life was at risk

an exit needed to be brisk!

 

Without any care though nearly nude ran

to the door hoping it would open

a distortion within the dim light faced him

with a tug of war with the handle

it suddenly sprung open was hurled back

hitting the wall with a whack!

 

Seconds later a force threw his body outside

bruised stood looking at the entrance

there was a blackness so dense had to recoil

then the door slammed with a bang

never moved so fast in his life into the night

with sickening and fearful flight!

 

On the news a days later heard two discovered

both found dead in a bachelor pad

too afraid to come forward lived with unease

often wondered why his life spared

what malevolent entity had been in that dwelling

innocent life for some reason quelling!

 

Now each day was a challenge would it come for him?

 

Regretting ever going to his mates flat?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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Deep Truth!

In his mind deep thoughts teased the reality

sensed a connection with aliens

yet it stayed hidden as if not meant to know

inquisitive to find out more

read about theories that the earth was flat

it seems many believe that!

 

An illusion the stars and planets do not exist

just a hologram projection

but where did the astronauts go if not space

are we just an experiment

living on a massive sound stage or zoo

what honestly is really true?

 

Of ancient giants and united nations flag

depicting earth is not a globe

frustrated that the concepts were possible

troubled the truth not been told

as weather patterns were becoming bizarre

had mans ingenuity gone too far?

 

Or locked in the brains of every human being

the path to confirm the truth

there is an overflow of misleading information

with to many out there certain

the facts they are explaining to you are correct

and these we should not reject!

 

But where do rockets go if there is no outer space

suddenly within six months

the surge to say it’s flat and not as we were told

a spinning round mother earth

satellites for navigation and the space station

what is the real explanation?

 

Most can only believe what they are told or see

easily manipulated how to think

good and evil mega rich and increasing poverty

third world war a predication

disasters natural and created by faceless elite

and ever-present blatant deceit!

 

What deep truth is hidden from the masses?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Jumped!

The delivery driver whistled happily walking

towards the tall block of flats

nearing the entrance was drawn to look up

just as somebody jumped

heard a scream as a body fell turned away

why did it happen today!

 

Reluctantly compelled to see the awful sight

but nothing was to be seen

stunned at this weird event retreated back

everything was peaceful

he could not drive for some time just sat

and feeling very flat.

 

He was not the only one who got a shock

in the flat on the floor below

a young female tenant had heard noises

like objects being thrown

and thuds on her ceiling the light shaking

like something breaking!

 

It had been going on for several weeks

she had been up got no reply

complained to council told unoccupied

no further explanation given

yet it still persisted she was scared

to her nobody cared!

 

Only one present tenant knew more

living in the flat next door

a year before shouting and screaming

and the awful pleading cry

as the wife fell from the small balcony

the images could still see!

 

The husband had been quickly arrested

but there was no evidence

to prove there had been any foul play

was released moved away

yet since then no tenants would stay

something dark here did prey!

 

With many complaints the council acted

sending workers to check

entering with no prior history of events

went unaware into the place

immediately found it a cold atmosphere

certain somebody was in here!

 

In the lounge one workmen took a look

when he heard a voice

then pushed violently out of the room

his mate who stood nearby

swore by the window he saw a female

looking wispy and pale!

 

Taken aback they both decided to leave

running out the door

it slammed shut leaving them petrified

just staring in disbelief

they never returned it remains unfilled

and the question was she killed?

 

The disturbing events still continue to haunt

and the human mind to taunt!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Basement Flat!

The body had just been carefully removed

from the scene of the murder.

Two rooky police officers were left to guard

the  scene at the basement flat.

Uneasy being near this gruesome crime

the woman killed in her prime.

 

It was a unseasonally cold frosty night

the flat had been locked.

They stood by the railings at street level

music could be heard nearby.

The policewoman casually turned around

and at the window lower ground.

 

Was sure there was some movement inside

told her colleague who smiled.

knowing nobody was in the basement flat

suggesting it was imagination.

Convinced she had seen it anxiety grew

somebody was there she knew!

 

Walking up and down the street both bored

heard an urgent tapping sound!

Reaching the railings it came from below

was somebody breaking in?

Both ran down the steep steps of stone

surprised they were alone!

 

Yet the sealed door was unlocked and open

entering with extreme caution.

The male officer saw the flickering light

fading he went to investigate!

Leaving the female in the small bedroom

filled with sadness and gloom.

 

There was a a blood spattered mirror in front

of where she was standing.

And beside her she could see the young victim

silently shouting arms held out.

Turning nobody was there screaming she ran

and up the steps as fast as she can!

 

Soon her shaken colleague was right by her side

as he too could not explain.

What was going on in the basement flat so left

not mentioning what she saw!

The rest of their shift neither wanted to speak

but an answer she would seek!

 

The police officer has still not seen anybody

about the image in the mirror!

And the killer has not been caught to this day

nor tenants rent the basement flat.

It remains dejected and boarded up tight

even vandals don’t enter the site!

 

The Foureyed Poet