Tattoo!

Always embarrassed at the weird design

of the tattoo on his arm

found it when he awoke with a hangover

a night out with the lads

only months before but seemed like years

getting nothing but sneers!

 

Even family shunned him afraid to be near

life was hell with the tattoo

painful constantly throbbing had little sleep

never believed in spirits

yet the face scared him felt very unclean

his actions becoming obscene!

 

As the long dark cold winter nights began

the tattoo glowed in the void

that urge to kill for blood overcame him

a deep voice directed his actions

the once gentle soul had gone evermore

soon becoming part of folklore!

 

Stalking the shadows in black hooded cloak

a phantom silent and merciless

never leaving any clues or victims to tell

of their deadly encounter

that expressionless face and knife in his fist

any pleas for mercy dismissed!

 

Soon society would know the evil was back

for in a new host it was Jack!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

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Unmarked!

Nobody would know what the truck carried

upon the national highways

an unmarked semi blending in with the others

the cab with darkened glass

few would notice it had been armour-plated

in an isolated compound waited!

 

There from a large warehouse men loaded

in hooded protective overalls

radio-active containers into the interior

lead-lined and air tight

guards and cameras watched every move

the commander had to approve!

 

Fully loaded with an illegal cargo departed

alone to join the highway

like a chameleon blended into the traffic

nobody suspected its load

through the dense traffic moving at speed

to its destination did proceed!

 

Not the first trip but one of many undertaken

by a fleet of large specialist rigs

with deadly loads taking the risk of detection

and of the hazards of a crash

but approved by an unregistered department

that had given consent!

 

Never without a covert military escort following

undetectable like the semi trucks

were designed to blend in with any background

they continue the deadly tasks

under the blinkered eyes of unsuspecting public

that had become very slick!

 

Upon the highways they carry their lethal loads

through major and minor roads

from one secret destination to the next roam

only the few need know

beware of all the unmarked semi trucks behind

or ahead and within confined!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Christmas Home Coming!

End of the first year of her university course

now it was Christmas holidays

excited to be going home to see mum and dad

her big sister would be there to

dad said he would pick her up from the station

filled with festive anticipation!

 

Tried to phone home that day but got no reply

getting on the train so worried

the normally quick trip slow in this demeanor

unable to comprehend a reason

she could see that there was nobody waiting

phoning her friend now debating!

 

A hug from her best mate glad to see somebody

they headed home in a car

approaching the road became aware of no lights

pulling up outside was fearful

of what she would find when opening the door

turning the key in the lock unsure!

 

Tried the light switch but there was no power

the street light gave some illumination

made their way to the cupboard in the hallway

where the fuse box was situated

a torch was on the top checking fuses were fine

the electric switched off by design!

 

With the house illuminated everything was tidy

so neat her mums handy work

as if it had been prepared for her home-coming

checked the bedrooms perfect

what was happening had thoughts of slaying

or kidnap nerves fraying!

 

Enquired with neighbours said they heard noises

went around knocked on the door

nobody replied then called the police concerned

but when they came all was quiet

now ready to tear out her hair fearing the worst

in her mind came a word cursed!

 

In the lounge the christmas tree stood in the corner

presents spread around the base

decorations lovingly placed cards hanging over string

just as she had waited to come and see

dad was a history teacher who enjoyed Egyptology

specialising in anthropology!

 

He had been on several archeological study trips

and brought back several artifacts

the thought of this made sense but was terrified

a smell of mould made them both

felt nauseous then she remembered the basement

were none of her family went!

 

But now there was no other choice it held the key

holding each other for comfort

through the entrance in the kitchen descended

the narrow creaky dusty stairs

uncertain of what would greet them down there

taking the guise of an ancient lair!

 

Having to use the torch there were large photos

of pyramids and artifacts

shelfs with real items placed neatly on long tables

the air had that mouldy odour

stifling hot and dusty made it hard to breathe

their calmness gone began to seethe!

 

There was  a strange atmosphere they had to go

as they did heard faint whimpering

aimed the torch there saw her mum and sister

petrified afraid to move a muscle

helping them up quickly left the weird basement

away from that sense of encasement!

 

In the warmth of her best friends car she spoke

of her husbands involvement

with artifacts being taken from ancient tombs

and ignoring the stern warnings

how several hooded figures seem to materialize

their bodies and minds did paralyze!

 

They were forced down the stairs to the cellar

were they took several items

and with the girl’s father went as they had come

leaving them traumatized

helpless they cried uncertain what to do next

leaving them all perplexed!

 

Not the Christmas Home Coming she expected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Under The Bed!

She was alone in the flat and for some reason

watched a late night horror movie

and became engrossed even though scared

hiding her eyes from some scenes

her flat mate was away for the whole weekend

unable to go out no money to spend.

 

The last scene showed the girl being grabbed

then dragged under the bed

switching the television off getting a drink

nervously from the kitchen

then into the bathroom entering frightened

her tension heightened!

 

An image in the small mirror made her scream

realised it was just herself

a noise made the girl stop and intently listen

everything seemed to be still

now annoyed thinking this is silly got into bed

on the pillow rested her head.

 

It took a long time to even doze she was on edge

unable to get warm restless

soon wide awake again thought she heard a door

bang maybe it was outside

too afraid to come from beneath the thick duvet

maybe the fear would go away!

 

The clock radio came on she had not set any alarm

the loud buzz annoyed her

reaching out to turn it off felt something on her arm

recoiling at speed shivered

it was wet and sticky and there was a nasty smell

making her feel sick as well!

 

What was happening she had lived here for a year

it had always been uneventful

from under the bed heard a voice and a pushing

quickly turned the lamp on

it stopped reluctantly sitting up nothing stirred

being like this was absurd!

 

Not able to settle looked at her arm it was red

the odour even stronger now

standing knew she had to peek under the bed

as she did came face to face

with her best friends lifeless body laying there

congealed blood in hair!

 

Reeling back in terror screaming ran into the hall

had left with the new boyfriend

heard the door close  she was having a shower

searched for the mobile phone

sure it was on the coffee table not there anymore

had to get out the front door!

 

Headed for the door from a closet a masked figure

lunged at her with a knife

the pain as the blade tore her flesh the adrenaline

surged through her petite body

managing to yank the door open into the corridor

running like a fleeing warrior!

 

Pursued by a crazed hooded attacker almost falling

down the long flight of stairs

leading to the lobby yet nobody seemed to be about

the deep wound in her arm

leaving a trail of blood as she reached the entrance

the thick glass panels a hindrance!

 

But at that moment a couple were just coming in

she squeezed by and into the street

where a police car came into view she ran at it

just as the knife fiend caught her

raising up for the fatal blow the policeman fired

hitting him he should have expired!

 

Yet for only a second jolted back than sped away

disappearing into the darkness

before another shot was able to hit this beast

the girl lay exhausted and bleeding

whatever it was had left no evidence nor a trail

but to kill her this thing did fail!

 

Would he come back for her to complete his task

was it human this thing in hooded Masque?

 

The Foureyed Poet.