The four friends decided to stay in the forest
they’d heard was haunted!
By the ancient spirit it was said of a witch
who would take their souls.
Anyone daring to enter her wooded lair
the old man happily did declare!
A run down cottage on the forests boundary
the wrinkled old man sat.
Willing for money to tell you any stories
of those never seen again.
Rituals in the dead of night echoing screams
and blood in the local streams!
But added with a warning not wise to enter
it made him feel better.
Of course knew they would take no notice
falling asleep in his chair.
Carrying camping gear they walked slowly
as trees became more lowly!
Ahead they could see an open bare patch
nearby pitching their tent.
Darkness fell they had to quickly prepare
and start their adventure.
Into the surrounding woods and explore
the legends to find out more!
A high-pitched screeching was very clear
at first not perturbed.
Intently searching using powerful torches
and camcorders for evidence.
Approaching sounds like voices chanting
or animals deeply panting.
Staying in one group safety in numbers
their train of thought.
But suddenly one of the boys was taken
dragged into the trees!
His cries quickly fading into emptiness
now emotional coldness!
The three remaining were being compelled
towards that clearing.
Crackling of a fire preceded the rising flames
the witch watched them enter.
Once more the forest was empty and dark
nor living things it was stark!
The old man awoke knowing the teenagers
would never return!
The Foureyed Poet.