Bus Stop!

The young woman waited for the late night bus

as she often did after visiting her mum

always alone it had never bothered her before

but that night the bus was late arriving

at first did not notice the dark clothed figure

when she did panic it did trigger!

 

Where it had come from had heard no sound

with the light in the shelter could see

it was possibly a gaunt looking teenage girl

the clothing seemed dirty and ragged

not wanting to stare tried not glance that way

here certainly not wanting to stay!

 

There was no gestures yet a presence was felt

making a large gap between them

was really scared so glad when the bus came

jumping on as the doors opened

had not realised how cold she had become

wished she had stayed with mum!

 

It was then realised she was the only one

the girl had not got on behind her

when getting off enquired with the driver

had he seen the other passenger

replied calmly that nobody was waiting

simply to her the story relating!

 

Added she was not the first who had asked

others to witnessed the ghost

as many years before at that spot a girl died

murdered while waiting for a bus

nobody was ever caught for this awful crime

her spirit doomed to haunt for all time!

 

She never waited for a bus at that stop again

often in her thoughts the images did remain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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Moment Of Relief!

That smile filled with a moment of relief

the journey long and arduous

from the horrors of war and occupation

tears gushed tension released

remembering the loss of their relations

now seeking new foundations!

 

Torn from the life they knew and loved

persecuted treated poorly

shattered lives forced to witness cruelty

and unspeakable acts

memories that would never be deleted

together never more defeated!

 

Both young and hopeful the couple gazed

from the ships upper deck

slowing as it entered the busy harbour

in their new homeland

gaunt and battle weary they embraced

as together the future faced!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

The Lodger!

The single young woman found it was hard

even though working

to pay the bills and the large mortgage to

she needed a lodger

providing extra income so she could cope

this really was the hope!

 

The lodger arrived late on an winter evening

there on the front porch

an old suitcase clasped in bony hand

speaking in a quiet voice

harsh whisper in a monotonous drone

yet had a chilling tone!

 

Said she had read about the room to rent

yet not contacted by phone

the owner reluctant to let her come inside

struggled paying the bills

regrettably no other enquiries  received

she could only proceed.

 

From the first meeting doubt was embedded

within her inner fears

already the warmth of her home had waned

showed her the room

gave her approval she would take it uttered

in agreement muttered!

 

Moved in that night with no other luggage

went in the room in silence

the door shut yet the owner full of dread

what had she let in her house

sat in the lounge listening to the television

already regretting her decision!

 

Decided to sleep down  in the lounge that night

later thought it was silly

to allow her imagination to spook her thoughts

the lodger would be fine

three days passed before eventually emerging

trouble began surging!

 

Unable to comprehend what she was doing

no food had been taken in

could not recall if the toilet had been used

not feeling well stayed inside

never been sick as this trying to think back

or so much energy lack!

 

The lodger crept about now mainly in the dark

the place would not heat

it was constantly cold and so many flies buzzed

always a dank mouldy smell

filled the air never had this before she came

nothing could she blame!

 

In the end decided had to make conversation

depression was overwhelming

even hard to climb the stairs breath short

soon outside the room stood

before she could knock the door it opened

into emptiness did descend!

 

Compelled to enter there saw the gaunt figure

empty eyes and  almost skeletal

went to speak but there was a piercing scream

followed by a blinding light

she woke with a shudder and fell off her bed

thinking she must be dead!

 

Finding her heart was racing knew she was not

sat shaken on the thick  rug

cold no more really went to the lodgers door

finding it was slightly open

summed up the courage to go right inside

had to face not hide!

 

But it was empty the lodger seemed to have left

the tension and fear had lifted

the odours and flies were not about any more

though she had not existed

strange had it been an awful nightmare she had

certainly never had one that bad!

 

Came home from work around seven that evening

got herself something to eat

then there was a faint tap upon the front door

wondering who it could be

nobody usually called at this time without a call

went to answer it down the hall!

 

Devastated to see a thin pale girl holding a suitcase

within  her bony hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Bailiff!

The bailiff was determined to get his bonus

these occupants owed a lot.

Boldly strolling up to the faded paint door

his wages were secure.

But never before had such a mental shock

when upon the door did knock!

 

It had a sticky and an unpleasant rough touch

still thinking he was tough.

Until that overwhelming sense of utter despair

now his legs were like jelly.

Standing back wary and petrified to try again

to run tried to refrain.

 

At that point the door slowly began to open up

a gaunt women stood and spoke!

Swinging around was surprised by her look

yet somehow not surprised.

Reluctantly he walked back to the front step

for the first time inept!

 

She Asked him why he was calling on her today

finding it hard to utter a word!

She had that mesmerizing and haunting stare

somehow saying his spiel.

All his strength and confidence had deserted

as a pressure was exerted!

 

Denying that any money  was owed by her

and not the person he wanted.

Having to get away he apologised and left

terrified like a wimp.

Got in his car and drove away at speed

distance was his need.

 

Back in the office early the following morning

more his arrogant self.

Mentioned the woman at that odd address

it was then he learned.

The account was closed a few days before

nobody lived there any more!

 

The couple ran off in the middle of the night

and they were being traced.

Heart missed a beat listening to them speak

who had he spoken to?

Researching the property it came up blank

petrified his ego sank!

 

He fell apart after this becoming a recluse

he even went back to see.

It was smart and clean not what he’d seen

for a drink recounted the story

Yet answers the bailiff was unable to find

this sent him out of his mind!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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