Break!

He took a break from his long trip at a rest stop

had left early from his home

an insurance salesman had arranged a meeting

confident the day would be profitable

headed for the coffee shop needed the caffeine

but the day would not turn out routine!

 

Even as he sat sipping his latte was certain he saw

a strangely dressed female staring at him

then it was gone tried thinking just tiredness

yet after that his skin began to itch

sure wherever he turned the entity was observing

which became very unnerving!

 

Beginning to have a panic attack decided to leave

glad to be outside the anxiety eased

on the way to his car she was there once more

there was no escape what was happening

walked into an advertising sign thoughts distracted

tense all his muscles contracted!

 

Reality was slipping away the scene became distorted

anybody coming near he lashed out

the world he knew came and went in bright flashes

the woman became more disfigured

each sighting ever closer why was she haunting him

everything was becoming grim!

 

Stumbling managed to reach where the car was parked

but even that had become a blur

all balance absent fell against the car to stay upright

now the deformed woman was by his side

reality deserted him emptiness filled a confused mind

the reaper his existence reassigned!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Scarecrow Like Images!

The elite army unit cautiously entered the ruined town

after days of bombardment

followed by small arms fire being wary of snipers

now had to try and make it safe

also with the risk of hidden bombs trod carefully

and ever-present insurgency!

 

From the moment they were in the destruction sector

tension overwhelmed them

from windows and doorways there they all stood

staring but when approached

these scarecrow like images were never there

of anything living was bare!

 

Each step further within the centre was a torment

feeling enclosed with death

acrid smoke replaced the air in their choking lungs

getting harder to breathe

stumbling on seeing the dark scarecrows waiting

as if the soldiers baiting!

 

From the corner of their eyes shapes made them turn

and fire erratically at nothing

they longed for this ground search to be concluded

as the emotions were unfamiliar

deep thoughts ravaged their minds making them pound

no rest here would be found!

 

This fear not only for the dead but the restless souls

as if all those who they had killed

were back to claim their lives sending them to purgatory

they had split into two groups

reunited in the square satisfied all was clear until a thud

then saw the patch of blood!

 

Diving for cover for one too late passed through his heart

even more figures congregated

the sniper spotted by a small piece of falling masonry

quickly taken out now had to leave

retreating along the same route without more men lost

knowing a line was crossed!

 

Every step being pursued by the scarecrow phantoms

even at the retrieval point

now ringed into a tight formation back to back stood

as more surrounded them

thinking they were doomed heard the chopper drone

to rescue them from the unknown!

 

The dust swirled as it descended then touched down

scrambling towards their escape

survivors and dead mate fatigued ran at the shapes

evaporating as they charged through

left traumatized reached the craft and jumped on

from here had to be gone!

 

Rising up high saw the scarecrows massing staring up

relief made the tears fall

cheering loudly had safely left the horror far behind

it was short lived as by the door

from nowhere arose what taunted them on the ground

even in the air the soldiers found!

 

Back at headquarters realised the mission a failure!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

A Poltergeist Came haunting!

It was just an ordinary semi-detached house

in the poorer part of the borough

mum and her four children struggled to exist there

but the situation was to get worse

one day without warning a poltergeist came haunting

to the family would become daunting!

 

Bangs and voices seemed to affect the younger sister

tapping in walls and on doors

yet it was claimed nobody was about to create it

shuffling noises objects moving

built the terror for the family coming out the blue

soon a nightmare to live through!

 

As the weeks past the incidents become persistent

the story reached the editor

of a leading national paper who sent a reporter

and photographer to the scene

sceptical at these claims of ghostly phenomenon

rest for them all would be none!

 

While the photographer was present items flew

a small plastic brick hit him

above the right eye brow which bled marbles to

yet on developing nothing seen

the beginning was August nineteen seventy-seven

when the police called the girl eleven!

 

The mother reported furniture had been moved

during a search the police woman

said she was sure a chair had slid across the floor

after trying to recreate the incident

had to admit it was a mystery on what occurred

maybe something unnatural here stirred!

 

So the activity continued onward into another year

an investigator showed interest

he was a member of paranormal research society

drawn to the case as he had lost

a child the same age and name as the troubled girl

all his energy did hurl!

 

Soon a writer came too thinking here was a story

a truly lifelong skeptic

together spent much time keen to investigate

one with true intent and sympathy

the other first for the story but then interested

but their patience would be tested!

 

At times were certain the girls were the creators

moving and hiding objects

even making some of the sounds they were young

they saw the younger girl levitating

also witnessed by a school crossing lady and baker

it was a mind shaker!

 

In total disbelief saw it through a bedroom window

yet many thought it was a hoax

the game changer came when the girl then spoke

in a deep old mans voice

but even then many said it was herself creating it

but the facts did not fit!

 

The voice sounded as clear even after several hours

many recordings were made

eventually said its name was Bill and died in the house

told them he had passed

having a haemorrhage and going blind before he died

in a chair their shock could not hide!

 

Because soon after had a call from the son of this man

confirming it was all true

name where and how his death occurred was accurate

there was pressure applied

a decision made the girl needed a psychiatric assessment

nothing was wrong the final judgement!

 

Though thirty years ago opinions still widely divided

on the truth of this unique case

and is still a mystery that has never been resolved

all the children are still alive

though the activity by late seventy-eight had faded

still not completely ended all felt invaded!

 

An ongoing open question do ghosts and spirits exist

many paranormal minded thinkers persist

finding evidence even the sceptics find hard to scorn

opinions on fact or fiction greatly torn!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Reputation!

His reputation had followed his career

even since he left the army

boasting they had taught him to shoot

given a dishonorable discharge

for an unlawful killing he did not agree

not listening to his plea!

 

Through his skills and knowledge of guns

he became a sniper for hire

as a mercenary fought in countless battles

but it never sat easy slaying

because every victim he killed remained

haunting him why unexplained!

 

He was not a believer in the paranormal

this he kept telling himself

at first just an odd glimpse like a shadow

certain it was his conscience

but as years passed were becoming vivid

making his personality frigid!

 

As the date of his fiftieth birthday neared

the dead seemed more real

than all the living he daily encountered

becoming evermore distant

from the reality of a once methodical life

his whole being took a dive!

 

Becoming decrepit for one still classed as young

the once untarnished reputation

crumbled becoming more inaccurate and sloppy

taking out the wrong targets

unable to detect fact from any reality he grasped

in his hands the gun he clasped!

 

Unable to distinguish those living from the dead

fired the bullitt entered his brain

he would rather face the many he slaughtered

than see them clearly all around

his mind had finally gone could live no more

would he enter heavens door?

 

And for eternity walk the path of damnation

or maybe he would find salvation!

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Haunting Investigation

Approaching the prison the weather changed

no longer sunny.

Dark clouds and penetrating drizzle fell

as they arrived on site.

The team had come to do an investigation

standing with hesitation!

 

They had been here before but it seemed different

an undercurrent this was new!

An invisible barrier none wanted to go through

a veil of hate!

Something none of them had noticed before

walking onto the granite floor.

 

A smaller group this time only six could come

what had changed here?

Sounds echoed close by a temperature drop

movement seemed all around!

They set up cameras with night vision mode

from a corner a bright dot showed!

 

Watching mesmerized it began to grow bigger

moving towards them!

One group member felt pain in their stomach

collapsing on the floor.

The light just went out as each closely observed

not a sound was heard!

 

They were all sitting in the upper cell block

just after one in the morning!

When from inside a cell a voice began to call

there a figure stood!

One turned and saw it each followed the stare

now each was aware!

 

That night none were brave and ran out together

a deep voice bellowed.

Making them scream shout and swear in unison

now the investigation team.

Stood outside nobody would re-enter the jail

in torch-light each very pale!

 

After awhile one plucked up the courage to go back

and retrieve the equipment.

Entering cautiously nothing seemed wrong

grabbed the cameras and got out!

On reviewing there were no images on the footage

though a voice full of rage!

 

The group knew they would have to come back!

 

The Foureyed Poet.