Gone!

Just glanced out of my bungalow

from the front doorway

a young couple walked slowly by

across the road from me

seconds later from lounge window

were gone where did they go?

 

Could not have moved so quickly

he tall bearded had dark hair

she wore a coat of multicolours

they were real and solid

me no drink or drugs consumed

had my mind become attuned?

 

Or was it just a trick of the light

interpreted by my brain

from that moment did ponder

at the images viewed

and without a doubt it was real

had that no explanation feel!

 

Certain had seen in the square

outlines of figures pass

never looking so real as these

watched for some hours

did not return a little unnerved

any opinions are deferred!

 

Now on alert for anymore sightings!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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The Dark Tunnel!

The dark tunnel ahead loomed uninviting

on that desolate abandoned railway track

a disused line on an uninviting moorland

so often wished I had not gone out there

weeds grew amongst those rusting lines

walking over vandalised warning signs

no sound except the penetrating silence

too quiet for me to be there all alone

breaking the deadly stillness saw a glow

that came from within the dark tunnel

weird vibrations started below my feet

rooted to the spot unable to make a retreat

out of the archway belching out smoke

came a steam locomotive so large and clear

a shrill whistle blaring falling off the line

could only lay there in a disbelieving haze

it passed me pulling many carriages behind

blinking it had gone was this in my mind

fearfully neared the pitch black entrance

jitters finally over ruled my bold intentions

retreated moving away looking down the line

still unable to take in these images perceived

yet it seemed so real a magnificent sight

a phantom train on a journey into the night!

 

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Crazy!

Was he going crazy had not been drinking

taken any drugs or ingested pills

yet certain his car had been parked here

contacted the duty attendant

also angry at the difficulty in locating him

after coming out of his local gym!

 

Eventually an irritated middle-aged male

met him outside of his office

after returning from having his late lunch

followed this concerned driver

guided him back only to see it was there

in disbelief could only stare!

 

With a grunt the man left the confused driver

to ponder his sanity and eyesight

as still sweating he drove cautiously home

deeply puzzled at this latest glitch

these episodes had happened to him before

were these illusions he must not to ignore?

 

Was this earth that he had known all his life

until now had believed it solid

realised matter was atoms tightly linked

but was it really a scientific fact

as increasingly objects were disappearing

could outside forces be interfering?

 

What was real anymore he thought glancing

around the street in which he lived

once in his house at the furniture and closely

at the fabric of his dwelling as well

was he alive or controlled by a puppet master

reality true or a fabricated disaster?

 

Is what you wake up to each day and remember

actually happening or green screen images

an electronic society where anything can be made

by different types of artificial intelligence

can you be certain that the voice or faces are real

on your devices is it truly the honest deal?

 

Be careful out there you never know whose observing!

 

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Three Lights!

There was a gasp from a small group walking

ahead as he talked to his girlfriend

they saw up into the darkening starlit sky

could see three lights moving in unison

also a silhouette of a large triangular outline

nothing earth like did they align!

 

People came to a halt as everybody stared

then small craft lit up as if an escort

the mood altered to unease as it progressed

soon silently heading out over the sea

the small objects darting about at high-speed

was this a prior warning to heed?

 

A lot took photos and recorded on their phones

gathered in groups watching lights

that vanished in an instant before their eyes

not expecting another huge triangle

towards their vantage point it was heading

what was coming fear was spreading!

 

Then from the depths many more object came

within the triangles each entered

was this the invasion predicted in many films

as the eyes of the world focused

on this night news outlets reported this event

what beings were coming us to torment?

 

But almost immediately the images removed

newscasters stating it was an exercise

balloons flares and planes just misconstrued

there was no need for any consternation

any truth removed from the populations gaze

trapped in a mind controlled maze!

 

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First!

First visit to his uncles rambling house

never knew he had this relative

until the day of his funeral and wake

drawn to a carved walking stick

its handle shaped like an eagle’s head

touching it could see only red!

 

Emotions on overload of deep hatred

people screaming for mercy

many bodies being slashed by a sword

dropping the cane aghast

checking nobody saw him walked away

gingerly not wanting to stay!

 

Outside in the afternoon sun in a daze

uncertain what had happened

but could vividly still see those images

that shook a fifteen year old

it was as though he was the actual slayer

not a passive player!

 

His father came out to find him standing

dazed and of pale complexion

enquired if he was upset at the funeral

the lad said he was fine

not mentioning his paranormal episode

his mind at that moment distant!

 

There was a secret that had not been told

for sometime knew he was different

as now the house was calling his name

as if it was welcoming him home

after that initial shock he returned within

knew his initiation was about to begin!

 

Unaware that his son had been summoned

never saw him go up the staircase

or the door to the study open and a bearded

man gleefully welcoming him in

soon would realise that he was not the same

from a kind lad a monster came!

 

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Marks!

It was a new experience living in tranquil peace

of the countryside no traffic or neighbours

retired from the city of violence and corruption

he awoke that first day mid-morning

no longer on the tube heading for his office nice

to retire and have a life great advice!

 

The downside recently divorced an expensive time

yet was glad the dog came to

always got on better with Betsy his beloved Alsatian

who had been noisy in the night

after loudly barking had then joined him on the bed

on his pillow placed her head!

 

Too  tired to be roused or concerned with her warning

but surprised at the whimpering

that made him sense she had been scared by something

sitting up she jumped down

gave him that look to follow with trepidation complied

where was she guiding him felt petrified!

 

The pure air and landscape hit was a wonderful feeling

this was short lived as Betsy guided him

to his SUV where the damage to the bonnet was clear

deep gouged marks had ripped it apart

she snarled from a distance but would not go near

what formidable entity was living here?

 

At this moment I stand next to Betsy on his cell phone

recording the image and words as proof

that something fearsome co-existed in the wilderness

there were no tracks on the ground

nor signs or sounds that could give him any evidence

that feeling of being watched grew more intense!

 

The badly damaged phone was found by a friend

concerned he could not make contact

an intense search was carried out of the vast area

nothing was found of the man or dog

though the locals knew the legend of the beast

that upon flesh it did seek to feast!

 

Or could there be an even deeper unsolved mystery?

 

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Premonition!

Entering the ancient inn on the moors

for a second saw himself

lying throat cut on the flag stone floor

like a premonition said later

shaking sat down on a rickety bench

noticing a nasty stench!

 

His girlfriend joined him so concerned

it was her idea to come here

a quaint inn with a long dark history

both had a fascination for ghosts

often travelling to these eerie locations

for paranormal confrontations!

 

Not members of dedicated investigators

but paying to be scared

from growing companies making money

for those who wanted to seek

this was a knew experience for the pair

that they both could share!

 

Here for the first time they were scared

until now fun and a thrills

realising maybe they really did exist

saying nothing thinking

it could be the atmosphere here created

decided feeling agitated!

 

He explained what he had experienced

feeling on edge it felt so real

she to sensed eyes were there glaring

slightly easing as people came

the leaders for the night set the scene

all hyped up and very keen!

 

For awhile their minds were occupied

by the mediums revelations

moving to the areas said to be haunted

who told them the history

when she sensed spirits were nearby

gave out a bizarre cry!

 

Adding to this being mainly in the dark

the couple became spooked

as he again found himself on the floor

the same bloody image

made him yell having to quickly run

his time within was done!

 

The couple moved away from the inn

something was wrong

surprised the medium came to them

expressing her concern

the same shocking image she had seen

such a realistic scene!

 

Suggested they go in to face their anxiety

said it must be a past event

reluctantly returned to join those inside

waiting to start a séance

gathered standing around the very mark

unnaturally so very dark!

 

Then deep voices shuffling noises close by

the medium said hold hands

as from above the large open fire-place

a metallic clang and a sword

attached to the wall fell hitting the man

everybody panicked and ran!

 

Some frantically turned on their torches

scrabbling for the light switches

to find the body laying throat slashed

the weapon by his side

just as to the medium he had described it

now in disbelief did sit!

 

How had he predicted his own demise

within this historic inn

never visited before in his young life

was a mystery at this time

there were no answers to be found

or what evil was here bound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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.

 

Parallel!

The day was bright the sea calm

holidaymakers and locals

enjoying the long sandy beach

in the sky-high clouds

started to mask the hot sunlight

for a while was a blight!

 

Looking up they beheld a marvel

on a cloud a city

floating huge skyscrapers visible

silently moving by

was this a parallel world they saw

as they stared in awe!

 

More gathered to witness this event

never before seen

by the throng on the golden sands

was it an illusion

from whispers to a crescendo grew

in that shimmering hue!

 

Then the images faded from their gaze

disappearing into clouds

no tall buildings were on this coastline

what had filled their vision

the answers could not be found here

a conundrum was clear!

 

Had they been privileged with insight

or spectacular fantasy of delight?

 

The mystery has never been solved!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Before Me!

There before me she sat all alone

on the station platform

nobody else was about to be seen

so pretty yet a sad stare

was distracted as the train neared

glancing back had disappeared!

 

A tightening of my stomach retching

such pain overcame me

distressing images in my mind’s eye

of an endless despair

on that empty platform standing alone

feelings never before known!

 

There was no train had been imagination

for a few seconds saw

below on the line the body of the woman

then she was gone

shaken became rational once again

so came a real train!

 

Leaving that place the memory has remained

lingering impressions stayed

was it the restless spirit of a suicide victim

caught in that fatal moment

forever etched on the fabric of the location

was my only explanation!

 

To this day the images still haunt me!

 

The Foureyed Poet.