Untold!

Shouting from within the house was disturbing

terrified screams permeated

the neighbours had been use to frequent rows

but even they were shaken

the police were called but never came for hours

the next day people laid flowers!

 

When the house was entered there were bodies

a massacre the description

yet though eight were found spread in rooms

certain the killer was not there

known for their family feud it seemed overkill

a dread in the community did instill!

 

The house lay empty nobody wanted to go near

there was a dark  atmosphere

from a fun street it became somber and quiet

nobody had been caught

who could do such a thing to in this household

it seemed a mystery untold!

 

During the next year several bodies were found

in random spots in the same area

as those in the house mutilated the same way

all related to the house owners

yet no clues to give any identity to the culprit

no scenarios would fit!

 

Theories abounded gang related or a grudge

passing down the many years

they were from a country vampires lived

cursed for long gone wrongs

had caused some ancient beings to hate

so the generations had to eliminate!

 

Wild stories circulated some were simply fantasy

then as the shocking case

had started one night it all came to a chilling end

a body in a ritual type pose

found near to the street in bushes on wasteland

with a bloody axe in its hand!

 

For some reason not explained by the authorities

declared it was the wanted assassin

so there was nothing to fear anymore now safe

file closed no evidence disclosed

that cloud of suspicion would never go away

something nasty was at play!

 

That house where it all began stayed empty

many thought it haunted

slowly decaying over time others reported

shadowy beings following

wandering around the area few dared go

for animals was a no-show!

 

There is a house in a street it could be near you!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Through The Arches!

Through the arches leading to open fields

the elderly man walked

slowly with his small ageing little dog

cheerful on his daily stroll

happy in his own company with his pet

normally nobody else he met!

 

Quite as usual on the his established route

did not see the group of lads

watching him pass with too much interest

started to follow close behind

his dog sensed them near as he growled

at this the elderly man scowled!

 

At the same point let his dog off the lead

near to a clump of bushes

the group of six gathered behind them

circling a younger boy

peering down at him in conversation

he listened to their oration!

 

Into his small hand they put a knife

he had to stab the man

as if mesmerized gripped the handle

said nothing but nodded

the elderly man sat down on a bank

from a water bottle drank.

 

If really he wanted to be part of the gang

kill him they kept saying

coming up stealthily behind the old man

shaking with anticipation

brought the knife down striking with force

in the neck then felt remorse!

 

Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish

eyes locked a barking dog

brought him back to the reality of his actions

quickly withdrawing the knife

wiped off the blood in the grass automatically

unable to let go ran erratically!

 

Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang

who ran in the opposite direction

leaving the innocent victim dying his pet

guarding him whimpering

laying next to the loyal friend now silent

he was small but defiant!

 

The lad who should have been at school

reached his parents house

they were both out at work he had a key

heart pounding breathless

washed blood off his small hands thinking

watching it drain without blinking!

 

Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried

at twelve why had he killed

the knife was on the table in front of him

his torment now had begun

a loud knock at the door made him cower

this was his defining hour!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Elderly Man!

In the large open city park the trees swayed

as the wind blew the branches.

Leaves were falling onto the wet green grass

autumn had once more arrived.

The elderly man loved to walk his best pal

a friend and companion Al.

 

Both of them were regularly seen at the park

this cold day no exception.

Jack sat on a bench throwing the same stick

and Al ran to pick up his prize.

Neither noticed three hooded youths nearby

others avoiding them passing by!

 

Their attention was on the man and his dog

following to an isolated spot.

The two older thugs telling the younger one

to get that old wrinkly!

Turning hearing voices he felt a fist on his face

falling at a rapid pace!

 

His head hit a stone post then rolled onto his back

through pain and oozing blood.

Saw it was a boy holding in his small hand a knife

as the others shouted stick him!

Al barked at them fiercely but was brutally kicked

his silent masters face he licked!

 

The two who urged and bullied the youth ran off

he stared at the elderly man.

Blood covering his hands turning he walked away

knife still gripped tightly!

At a nearby pond washed knife and hands clean

drying them sure he was not seen!

 

Now headed for home walking briskly on his own

no expression did he show.

In his mind hoped he had passed the initiation

he would see the gang later!

No thought or care for what he had just done

admitting to himself it was fun!

 

A couple walking their dog found Jack and Al

both of them shocked and dismayed.

The hooded youth got into a very hot bath

the stained top in the washer.

His actions started to replay like a video game

life could never be the same!

 

Is this just fiction or could this actually happen?

The Foureyed Poet.

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