Late!

She was lost in a strange town late at night

feeling the worst from the booze

had been separated from her best friend

found herself in a street of terraced

houses many boarded up and vandalised

her situation had not analysed!

 

Sweating had to vomit it projected outward

into the pitch black of an alley way

almost falling but a graffiti covered wall

kept her on unstable aching legs

her eyes watery began to feel unprotected

alone afraid and dejected!

 

Noises around her footsteps a bottle smashed

a rasping growl from her right

there was something close by in the alleyway

certain it was coming towards her

started to walk then tried to run but tumbled

onto broken glass crumpled!

 

Sharp pain was added to all her other misery

tried to crawl leaving a blood trail

there was nobody about she was isolated

could move no more exhausted

again heard a guttural growl then by her side

a dog stood had nowhere to hide!

 

It was huge snarling fangs exposed dripping

saliva all over her broken body

the eyes black that overwhelmed her soul

the stench of its breath nauseous

screamed frenziedly certain this the end

with no energy her being to defend!

 

Soon lost consciousness through exhaustion

and oozing from the glass wounds

suddenly found herself being rudely shaken

then a voice she thought was an angel

at first was distant yet a growing awareness

a determination to survive did caress!

 

Blurred vision cleared and there was her friend

paramedics were in attendance

she now laid upon a cot within the ambulance

as a chill made her shudder

but just before they parted she saw once more

the dog watching as they shut the door!

 

Realised this terror had not been a hallucination!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Holiday Cabin!

First night on holiday was always exciting

this year was different

she had come ahead alone not so inviting

here early with good intent

mum and daughter due tomorrow night

being alone did not seem right!

 

Had come ahead early she had an extra day

wanted to see her daughter Kate

had been at university soon be here to stay

for two weeks could not wait

never been here before wanted to prepare

of any danger was not aware!

 

Busy getting holiday cabin how she wanted

soon darkness had come

felt tired never thought it could be haunted

to exhaustion had succumb

decided to have an early and restful sleep

anything else to the morning keep!

 

Not use to being in the countryside all alone

or cabin with panoramic view

had forgotten her mobile and no house phone

here alone anxiety grew

now for the first time began to feel uneasy

stomach churning was queasy!

 

As she came out of the bathroom she saw

through the bedroom window

the shape of a figure she could not ignore

yelling her actions slow

froze but then in an instant it had gone

for the morning did so long!

 

Unable to relax ran around to check doors

making sure they were locked

terrified felt sweat oozing from her pores

her well-being totally rocked

as if circling heard loud footsteps near

echoing in her ears so clear!

 

Many thoughts racing through her mind

were all the windows locked

would her child mums lifeless body find

now feeling deeply shocked

cowering in the corner behind the settee

wondering who it could be!

 

Creaking wooden boards surrounded her

scraping along the walls

with some object the fear within did stir

also across the glass

high-pitched a shadow passed as well

followed by a nasty smell!

 

Exhausted eventually fell into a half sleep

awaking with a start

the rising sun into the cabin began to peep

her fast beating heart

stiff where she had not moved needed a wee

parched so wanted a cup of tea!

 

The birds were singing loudly she ventured out

one shaky step at a time

afraid to make a sound in case it was still about

she was alive felt sublime

two joggers went by staring then running past

it was safe she thought at last!

 

Venturing onto the veranda now could see why

the couple moved away so fast

deep cuts in the wood and word reading die

she could only stare aghast

it covered the exterior in a place so serene

this horror did not fit the scene!

 

A familiar voice relieved she quickly turned

her daughter stood concerned!

 

She left with her family never to return here

something watched them go so very near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

Prison!

The prison was being closed down now obsolete

opened for one hundred and fifty years

a new private facility had been opened nearby

extra prison officers were drafted in

with over two hundred prisoners to transfer

hoping no problems would occur!

 

Starting at first light the operation got underway

as the transport rolled into the yard

the prisoners were ready very eager to leave

guards from the new facility

were assisting those from the retiring prison

where many secrets until now hidden!

 

A strange orderly exit was completed within a day

but on roll call several were missing

a search had to be made in the empty building

nobody would give any reasons

for those unaccounted souls as the search began

in their hands the prison plan!

 

Few officers from this prison volunteered to return

left mainly to those from the new

to venture into the ageing depths to find the missing

splitting into groups of three

each led by somebody who knew the prisons layout

each uncertain and full of doubt!

 

Entering the C wing cell doors were banging loudly

and movement in the cells ahead

expecting to find one of those they seeked inside

but nothing stirred except dust

then a sound if somebody was running their way

on looking nothing could they survey!

 

An older guard said an inmate had been murdered

in the dank cell then tossed over the rail

walking on more nervous than they were before

headed down to the lower levels

to the isolation block with no lights and very small

where nobody could hear you call!

 

Thoroughly searching the cramped eerie cold place

nobody visibly was to be found

but one or two were certain they heard voices there

glad to leave back to ground level

in the mess hall it felt as though others were near

footsteps approaching crystal clear!

 

Each group were here so had no explanation for sounds

unable to locate the missing prisoners

it was decided to leave and recheck registers to see

if it was simply a clerical error

everyone glad to be out of the repressive environment

that to them was maleficent!

 

Even the hardened experienced prison officers had found

their last visit an unexpected scare

it was found the number missing men was  correct

they were never found or seen again

paranormal investigators are regular visitors inside today

none of them from the team would stray!

 

Within the prison the phenomenon increased!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Fire Station!

Within the  centre of the modern city

stood the main fire station

not only with emergency calls

also had ghostly sightings in its border

to rational crew out-of-order!

 

Were known to mock the ghostly stories

until observed and recorded

moving across the yard a male figure

strolled by the camera lens

then disappeared no alarms activated

no intruder was indicated!

 

Allegedly was built on the sight of a temple

of the ancient Knights Templar

a monastic military order established here

and all around were grave yards

ideal for stories of roaming spirits to grow

the dead in the ground below!

 

A group of investigators wanted to  seek out

explanations for themselves

within the main building some had images

of somebody crying in pain

a bloody form crawling on hands and knees

evermore repeating their pleas!

 

Others that desperation of an endless torment

lingered on the upper floor

moving down to the underground car park

that took on the guise of a tomb

they settled on chairs to wait in the dim light

where shadow s came into  sight!

 

As if quickly walking around the nervous team

one said they saw a door open

somebody exiting checking there were no staff

coming for an inquisitive look

everybody had been instructed not  to interfere

all personel to keep well clear!

 

The decision was made after five hours to leave

more footsteps had been heard

as the equipment was dismantled they talked

though nothing could be seen

none were comfortable and glad to be departing

as another shape was seen darting!

 

Taken aback because it occurred while emerging

the team leader said he saw

the dark shape following the last member out

being certain this he did observe

getting back to the ground level being late

this gave them a lot to debate!

 

Their conclusion there was much unexplained

gathered information to analyse

personal experiences were really compelling

whether proof had been recorded

this was yet to be done review and ascertain

if natural or evidence did obtain!

 

Half of them truly believed something existed

the others this notion resisted!

 

In The Fire Station the haunting’s continue!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Favour?

Why he had agreed to help his old  mate

was to return a favour

what favour to this day never recalled

just help me move my gear

to a new flat well seemed a simple task

was he about to be a jackass?

 

Inside the car and the boot was crammed

setting off to find the address

surprised on seeing where he was moving

a huge refurbished asylum

turned into varying sized flats for rent

his at the top a long ascent!

 

That was when it dawned this was a mistake

first the lift did not work

no matter how many presses of the button

nothing would happen at all

struggling to the stairs his arms were full

then it came hard staying cool.

 

Ran back  just as the door closed so annoying

this happened three times

before he gave up having to go up six floors

as he got to the floor level

the lift had arrived first out of breath cursed

as to himself conversed!

 

Down the corridor saw what looked like a nurse

approaching went to speak

but they proceeded to fade and then disappear

his mate had not made it yet

confounded wearily moved to number fifty-one

but actually wanted to run!

 

Dropped the gear exhausted heard heavy footsteps

expected to see his tired friend

coming closer but there was nobody to be seen

yet was sure somebody was close

feeling oppressed the atmosphere seemed choking

with his emotions stroking!

 

Standing afraid to move his mate staggered his way

surprisingly jovial and spoke

wondering why he looked so scared and miserable

struggling to utter even a word

could not understand why he did not perceive

made his excuses had to leave!

 

Almost falling down the stairwell glanced upwards

for a few seconds saw a figure

at the top before making his way to the outside

petrified as he got to his car

promising himself never again to enter within

for he feared what resided herein!

 

Many stories continue to be told about the asylum!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Camp Fire!

On that chilly cold moonlit autumn night

friends sat by a camp fire

to keep warm and tell ghost stories

the lads full of male bravado

natural sounds amplifying the mood

the language loud and crude!

 

The group of five now eagerly waited

for Tom the eldest to start

then a distant flash of light lit his face

showing a monstrous outline

flinching backwards yelling in surprise

watching with suspicious eyes!

 

In a quiet voice his macabre tale began

five years ago on holiday

with my parents and younger brother

decided to explore a cave

over slippery and sharp rocks we scaled

at the entrance exhausted exhaled!

 

Outside of the cave  hot with a sea breeze

but within dark and menacing

both faltered being reluctant to venture in

not wanting to be called scared

into the natural chamber we ran side by side

footsteps echoing it was ebb tide.

 

Unaware of time wandered into the unknown

deeper bats were flying around

my brother wanted to leave to me adventure

there was a sound like moaning

in the dim light movement a few feet ahead

of course I had to onward tread!

 

My brother froze afraid to come with me

a few paces on there stood

what looked like a skeleton dressed in rags

coming towards me then vanish

turned grabbed my brother and we ran fast

on the cave wall a shadow cast!

 

It was not ours the sunlight did not come within

but now it was flood tide

the water was rising higher making it a hazard

cutting ourselves on the rocks

being afraid the monster would follow us back

our courage now did lack!

 

Our parents more concerned about our injuries

so no mention of our fright

a wolf  howled on cue as he gave a final evil laugh

the only other willing to tell

was Jack the youngest amongst them at seventeen

who was chirpy and  keen!

 

As he said his first words the wood sparked loudly

and a flame shot in the air

a sudden noise nearby made his voice quiver

last year while out walking

on my own after a heated row with my girlfriend

wanting our relationship to end!

 

Saw a car ahead on fire as I drew near exploded

glancing inside there was a body

nearby an injured woman lay semi conscious

carefully checked how she was

then called for urgent assistance to the spot

moving her from the car it was hot!

 

They soon arrived and I went to guide them

but as the ambulance stopped

the crew got out and asked what was wrong

in disbelief said about the car

both looked puzzled following their gaze

nothing was there but a faint haze!

 

Abruptly stopping as there was like footsteps

yet nothing visible the fire went out

one week later a search party found the five

four were pronounced dead

a faint groan was heard from one Jack

he was rushed quickly back!

 

It seemed the other four had died of fright

what had done this during the night!

 

Jack never woke up again to tell them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Walk The Underground!

On a night shift the underground worker

had to walk the tunnels.

Along the empty track in the pitch black

a torch his only guide.

And a radio to report if anything wrong

cautiously moving along!

 

It was just before one am he started to walk

down the ramp onto the line.

The only sounds his footsteps on the track

too nervous to look back.

Halfway along his route saw a flickering light

no work was planned that night.

 

Approaching saw a workman crouching down

busy on some unknown task.

Calling out to enquire what he was doing

the man stood and spoke.

He said hello called in for an urgent repair

made sense why he was there.

 

An hour later on his return he had gone

radioed to say all was well.

Mentioned the worker he saw in the tunnel

as on reflection thought it odd.

The radio operator told him others had to

as they had walked through!

 

You had seen the ghost the voice said with glee

possibly was hit by a train!

Some sixty years ago while doing some repairs

this came as a complete surprise.

Never experiencing anything like this  before

no longer a sceptic that’s for sure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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