Aircraft!

The last aircraft had just safely landed

in the air traffic control tower

a unified sigh was expelled by them all

as the tension within released

their long twilight shift had now ended

from nowhere a plane descended!

 

No blips were observed on the radar screen

nor radio contact received

soon could visibly see it from the windows

a twin turbo prop like a shadow

did a text-book landing on the unlit runway

what strange forces were at play?

 

The fire service and base security alerted

sped to the unexpected scene

they could only watch this spectacle

unfolding before them below

the markings and airline were unknown

from where had it flown?

 

On the tarmac it seemed lifeless ghostly

armed police waited agitated

as steps were hastily wheeled into place

nothing stirred as the door

was forcibly opened they rushed aboard

into a domain yet unexplored!

 

What they found was a new experience

an unbelievable sight before them

rows of skeletal remains in their seats

clothed in a very old style garb

appeared no sign of panic or any threat

on the fate passengers had met!

 

On the flight deck both pilots were found

bony hands on the controls

but how could it land nothing was alive

there was no power on the craft

soon discovered it departed from here

but soon after did disappear!

 

This happened sixty years ago to that day

no trace was ever found

until somehow it landed where it had left

the mystery was kept quiet

all evidence hidden from public exposure

so there could be no closure!

 

Years later a reporter was told of the case

who dug deep the truth to trace

any enquiry to seek out further information

blocked so never got confirmation!

 

He did persist but had a fatal accident!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

Attention!

The police cruiser slowly went passed

something had caught his eye

in the murky light saw a movement

now had drawn his attention

to a large abandoned furniture store

something was amiss for sure!

 

Had he seen it not rational to him

it came through a wall

the figure vanished from his sight

had to check the scene

at first there was just his reflection

nobody needed protection!

 

Decided to head back to the patrol car

then in the window noticed

another image was close by his side

yet upon glancing around

beside himself the area was totally clear

what was going on unclear!

 

He was a logical man but this rattled him

decided to patrol on foot

though had to be careful being on his own

turning into an alley

lead to the rear of the derelict premises

could this be his nemeses!

 

It was creepy though a sceptic had to admit

every noise made him jump

in the narrow alleyway there was no escape

suddenly confronted by a this shape

that  seemed to come through the brick wall

drawing his gun as he began to fall!

 

Hitting the ground hard he fired at the object

the bullet ricocheted off a metal sign

just missing his head then he met the ground

stunned called for back up

certain he had hit the intruder in the chest

for the first time was distressed!

 

In the dark now feeling vulnerable and alone

dizzy his face really in pain

sure somebody was close by staggered forward

as a colleague came to his aid

said he had pursued an intruder but got away

what else could he say?

 

A search was made but nothing was ever found

he learnt that others had reported

ghostly shadows had appeared from nowhere

but knew the policy of the force

dealing with facts certainly not the unknown

on this knew he was alone!

 

While on sick leave delved into the paranormal

his attitude changed to the possibility

of monsters and spirits they could really exist

he had to find out what he had seen

that night his being was filled with foreboding

that him something was goading!

 

This decision he would soon regret forever!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Jean!

There the elderly woman sat staring

watching the daily surge

of humanity walking and driving by

not able now to converse

within their own perpetual routine

few ever noticed Jean!

 

When she was young an open space

a village small so quaint

there with parents and four siblings

father a farm labourer

mother the house was her domain

never did she complain!

 

It may have been a humble abode

such a long time ago

reminiscing of years long passed

now the only survivor

had never known any other home

never wanted to roam!

 

For the few who dared to glance

to see what was within

usually saw the derelict eyesore

a decaying old house

boarded up tight well protected

years before erected!

 

Oddly the large lounge room window

was partly uncovered

where Jean sat watching as always

her spirit here remained

it was her home did not want to leave

still existed did believe!

 

Some sure there was something here

a shadowy outline

how the decades passed so quickly by

as the legend grew

of a ghostly figure sometimes seen

not realising it was Jean!

 

Here the dead observed the living!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Lake!

Upon the lake the water swirled

as being drained away

on the shore two anglers stood

patiently casting lines

a huge ripple became a shower

making the men cower!

 

Knocked off their feet as it fell

cascading down like rain

the tranquil lake had erupted

startled they laid

for seconds both were dazed

with the event fazed!

 

Shaken got up and witnessed

a luminous procession

of  beings gliding over water

from a disk hovering

no sound a ghostly apparition

focused on a mission!

 

Or so it was how they described

leaving their gear

running away that chilly night

others reported it to

that baffling unexpected sight

emitting a spectral light!

 

Into the surrounding tree line

the images vanished

so did the craft had it returned

to a murky lake bed

or just a memory from history

was the nagging mystery!

 

Many brave or foolish searched

through following days

yet no evidence could be found

above or below the lake

raised radiation levels detected

the whole area infected!

 

Too many questions unanswered

without real proof

but this was only the beginning

of the phenomenon

as the investigations continued

for proof they pursued!

 

Unexplained phenomena emerged

on the area converged!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Village!

High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!

 

When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!

 

Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!

 

Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!

 

Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!

 

But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!

 

Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!

 

The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!

 

In the village the filming goes on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Diamond Star!

The recently renovated sailing ship

looked magnificent

as it sailed into the busy seaport

a notorious pirate ship

once its bloody history folklore

on many an island’s shore!

 

Through public and private funds

centuries on pristine

here for its first completed view

and pick up the crew

a chance for many to re-engage

life from a bygone age!

 

Every detail carefully replicated

much was original

creating a realism it was reborn

those who worked

upon her all had that perception

from the conception!

 

This was more than just a project

for good or pure evil

the past had literally come back

to haunt those onboard

most glad to disembark her decks

knowing it was hexed!

 

The owners wanted these thoughts

kept totally quiet

as it came into dock to loud cheers

a girl on the quay

saw a wispy shape upon the mast

the curse was cast!

 

She was in a group of thirty teenagers

on a weeks adventure

A member of a local sea cadet brigade

excited about the trip

along with the others so eager to start

and for the ship to depart!

 

With more waving from all those watching

gracefully it sailed

towards the open sea as they all cheered

similar to long ago

the original maiden voyage leaving port

the atmosphere caught!

 

Diamond star was meant to be a trader

but on her first run

was attacked and captured by pirates

who killed the crew

then had a new vessel for their crimes

even then violent times!

 

During the first few day it went wrong

without warning saw

blood stains appearing on cabin walls

bodies to then faded away

footsteps and voices when nobody there

driving them all to despair!

 

The youngsters becoming very scared

trapped in small spaces

violent unseen hands harming physically

scratching and pushing

down stairways and objects were thrown

trapped in the unknown!

 

Their only chance get to the lifeboats

the senior members

went ahead followed by everyone else

swinging them outward

noticed the helm turning as if controlled

as the sails began to unfold!

 

Ropes and pulleys moving seemingly unaided

the wind was picking up

lowering two lifeboat the teenagers got in

the ship was functioning

as the last of them were safely on the sea

at last felt safe and free!

 

It turned away from them and the Jolly Roger

flapped in the rising wind

disappearing into the distance fading from site

leaving them drifting

unable to comprehend what had taken place

gone without a trace!

 

Being a busy shipping lane were soon rescued

with a tale hard to believe

the Diamond Star had started a new journey

into another dimension

sailed by the pirate crew soon a legend grew

the whole truth nobody ever knew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tight Grip!

Entering a busy hotel the man was surprised

from his wife’s hand pulled apart

finding himself in a side room pushed in a crush

wondering where his she had gone

suddenly felt like a cold hand tight did grip

the shock made him bite his lip!

 

As he quivered afraid to move his spouse entered

seeing him with a gripped fist

as she approached shaken he gave her a loving hug

telling of his unexpected experience

giving a patronizing smile she gave him a kiss

this rare moment could not resist.

 

Unknown to them the hotel had a ghostly reputation

having many ghostly guests in situ

but it was meant to be a weekend break together

no thought then of any apparitions

but his enthusiasm had waned with the experience

not thinking it was nonsense!

 

After changing in their room with a four-poster bed

not noticing items falling on the floor

went down for a candle lit dinner in the oak panelled

dinning room with antiques on the wall

here the waitress enlightened them on the pubs past

and the couple were aghast!

 

After a lot of wine plucked up the courage to return

it seemed to the most haunted room

with more confidence and rather drunk fell asleep

around two he was rudely awoken

as the television roared out of bed hubby did roll

his wife his pain did not console!

 

She sat up to drunk to care laughed at his misfortune

unaware of a shadowy shape close by

but he had seen it and was sobering up at the sight

realising the room was quiet again

confused at the sudden activity trying to tell his wife

with this moment filled with strife!

 

Soon his beloved was shaken awake from any slumber

as the bed started to vibrate

even lifting off the thick patterned bedroom carpet

in a state of disbelief screamed

as it started it was once more at rest dressing decided

they would find another hotel instead!

 

Gathering their belonging got out of there post-haste

the night receptionist looked concerned

trying hard to hide a very amused disinterested face

she had seen it many times before

and arranged other accommodation for those scared

who here to stay longer were not prepared!

 

With a sigh of relief the couple left the haunted hotel!

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Monastery!

The monastery partly a ruin being centuries old

popular for many ghost hunters.

Trying to prove or disprove by varies methods

any existence of ghostly visitations!

Amongst the impressive crumbling architecture

the imagination heightened for sure!

 

Tales of hooded monks seen walking in dark places

or surrounding burial ground.

The ghost hunters enthusiastically came to stalk

on this open bleak moorland.

You can feel the prickly static electricity everywhere

that alone gives you a scare!

 

Often a low mist hangs over an exposed monastery

giving it that typical haunted image.

On this particular winters night a group arrived

inexperienced and impressionable.

Investigating this known documented haunted site

what would they find on this night?

 

Straight away every one had that uneasy sensation

they were being closely scanned.

But put it down to atmospheric conditions created

as they each began to prepare.

They formed into a circle this was how they started

trying to connect with the departed.

 

Now late in the evening becoming cold and misty

they felt shivery and chilled!

Two of the six were certain they had been touched

one on the head one on the back!

Another in the infra-red light saw shadow appear

in awe said it was so clear!

 

An hour later split into three’s for the viduals

in the areas of reported sightings.

And they certainly would not be disappointed

three girls sat in the monastery.

When they all heard close by a very loud bang

and from above a bell rang!

 

Taking a cautious look around nothing was found

staying calm took photos.

Certain something was stood by the small altar

decided to do an EVP session!

Replaying the recording picked up a woman crying

saying faintly she was dying!

 

Having to quickly exit as an object was thrown

certain now they were not alone!

The other group could see them run outside

wandering amongst silent stones.

Where a thick mist formed in a human shape

they also had to escape!

 

Gathering in the tiny nearby car park shaking

pleased at what they had caught.

Hurriedly collecting equipment left at five am

eager to review their findings.

As they departed by the main monastery door

a shadow rose from the floor!

 

Brave or foolish they wanted to come back for more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Image!

Arriving at work it was five in the morning

at a London underground station.

Following the same routine over the years

without any experiences before.

In respect of a ghostly confrontation

anywhere on this station!

 

He had heard of reported spectral sightings

being on the security team.

But not seen anything on his row of screens

until this very unusual day!

The platforms were empty at this early hour

as they turned on the power.

 

As he sat down this is when he  first saw

the image on one screen!

A shape of an object walking on the line

then as quickly it was gone!

Shaken he could only stare at the monitor

he had seen something for sure.

 

On another screen there were more shapes

on the platform near the tunnel!

Now he made his way down from the office

to see if it was intruders.

Calling a colleague for back up and support

an explination they sought.

 

Feeling jittery in the chilly fast-moving air

the odd rat scurrying around.

When they arrived nothing was in view

but had to make sure it was clear.

After a thorough search nobody was found

on that stretch of the underground!

 

Feeling uncomfortable went back to his post

deciding to review the tapes.

Not a single image had been caught as proof

maybe it was a technical fault!

Until once more by the tunnel it was there

a blurred face at him it did stare!

 

Then it vanished once more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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