The Location!

The location manager from the film company

had been tasked to find a property

and she did in a lonely part of the countryside

which fitted the requirements

uninhabited for years built-in its own grounds

no worry about modern day sounds!

 

Needed for the main set in a television movie

about a serial killers life

just another job finding what they needed

proud of her search skills

satisfied when she fulfilled her part of the plan

and the producer a happy man!

 

The day arrived for the crew to prepare the set

noticing how spacious and isolated

with the stark foreboding house in their sight

but with too much to prepare

got on with the lighting and dressing the set

a deadline for them had to be met!

 

Director and assistants were touring the building

even then while setting up

everybody was jittery and equipment was moved

or damaged inexplicably

experienced technicians were becoming bewildered

as a presence now stirred!

 

The large house was  to be the killers own home

where the murders occurred

it was ideal setting with the drab oppressive feel

what none of them had been told

in bizarre circumstances five people had died here

this fact was not made clear!

 

Actors were brought from make up for rehearsal

it started well until action call

the sound crackled and screaming was recorded

as the main lighting lamp exploded

showering them with hot glass creating a mess

and unbelievable stress!

 

It was only by luck everybody was only shaken

not a single person hurt

as they checked to see if it action had been caught

on the monitors in another room

by the two actors a woman came into the shot

now baffled at what they got!

 

She was certainly not seen by anyone at the time

the building was evacuated

security did a sweep to see if there were intruders

at the bottom of the stairs

heard a thud and cry as if somebody had tumbled

and at the feet were crumbled!

 

Nothing was there though a dark stain appeared

outside the director paced

urgently considering what was their next move

contacting the film’s producer

at that moment from an upper window they saw

a person each felt dread and awe!

 

This was short lived as the window smashed

and a figure hurtled to the ground

it was real one of the crew lay at their feet

assuming everyone was out

in the panic a full head count was not done

not realising a missing one!

 

The film crew had never felt so close before

there was nothing else to do

but cancel the shoot and get away from here

the county authorities called

in tears and shock retreated to the canteen tent

their colleague to lament!

 

From a far as they could be looked at the mansion

a cover now over the body

here for less than a day and filming now stopped

yet already in the director’s mind

this would make a great movie on another day

for now in his mind the idea must stay!

 

A year later the film of a serial killer was completed

becoming a financial success

but the director had himself written another script

researching the horror residence

intending to return it had to be made convincing

any misgivings dismissing!

 

He returned with a new crew and a paranormal team

this time the experience was far more extreme!

 

But that is another story to tell! Did it end well?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Rusting Ship!

The rusting ship had seen such a lot of action

in the second world war

yet still working as a cargo vessel to this day

many who had been crew

would not go on her again some left stressed

quickly by their own request!

 

For an unknown number who just vanished

no strict records kept

being a family venture around the islands

where large companies

would not go there was little profit to make

the gamble did not take!

 

On a calm early Monday tide the old ship

set off for a week-long trip

the engines sounding like an aging heart

though more irregular

but still doing their job after eighty years

but hard work for the engineers!

 

Always a palpable foreboding amongst crew

even though mostly new

with no work about they had no other joyce

nobody ventured alone

always in pairs the security team checked

every deck they trekked!

 

Above the usual noises always whispering

this was commonly reported

not helping their already jittery demeanor

there was nowhere to run

reaching the storage holds a light flashed

near them an object crashed!

 

Shaken heard footsteps a shape rushed by

but neither waited around

from nowhere a voice shouted you will die

two terrified seamen hid

in the crew galley like frightened children

not tough worldly men!

 

They had a walkie-talkie contacted the captain

informing them of their situation

angry at their disgraceful behaviour told them

to immediately come to the bridge

when they refused headed down to confront

he considered it a shabby stunt!

 

Reaching their position found the door open

but nobody was there

he searched every corner without success

puzzled returned to the bridge

urgently summoned everybody on board

to confront the discord!

 

A frightened bunch now stood before him

as he gave the bad news

informing them a full search must be done

which was not taken well

it was decided unanimously the twenty crew

for safety split into two!

 

There was another it was the second officer

who naturally had to steer

and safely control the aging haunted bucket

the teams searched everywhere

their nerve was under strain as they roamed

without success she was combed!

 

As the creaks got louder and bangs increased

returned to their base

it was clear more of the crew had gone missing

fifteen now sat in the mess

a strong sense of them being closely observed

trapped  specimen’s presevered!

 

Objects floating small like creatures moving about

made some aim to escape

none got far and were gone never to be seen again

frantically the captain called

up to the officer on the bridge by radio no reply

but he could not hear the cry!

 

An unseen mass had already engulfed his body

now without guidance it drifted

towards the shoreline and folk of a coastal town

not a soul left alive on board

the growing  malevolent mass now out of control

depraved seeking every living soul!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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