Enclosed!

There alone in the room felt enclosed

yet somehow something lingered

sounds though faint made him shiver

no radio or any other distractions

could have made those creepy sounds

as knocking in his head pounds!

 

What was so close yet he could not see

nothing visible but why so petrified

afraid to move or look around the room

surely this must be his imagination

his breath now was becoming strained

his strength and willpower drained!

 

The open door closed wanted to scream

the air chilled heard a faint whisper

understood not a syllable of any words

mouth became so dry his heart raced

on his sweaty neck a sudden sharp pain

no longer within could he remain!

 

What was here tormenting his very being

a shadow appeared and circled him

a physical push made him fall to his knees

summing up what energy he had left

crawled to the door struggling to his feet

prayed this specter he could defeat!

 

As it began that awful sensation had gone

but the scars within were really strong

what had happened just could not explain

to this day vividly remains in his brain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

The Patrol!

The patrol car turned into a well-known road

darkness had fallen

ahead the headlights shone on a bent shape

that turned their way

it had hideous features and glowing red eyes

they found hard to analyze!

 

Uncertain what it could be got out to investigate

instantly it ran up the building side

seconds later gone from the policemen’s view

leaving them perplexed at this feat

concerned at the threat saw the bundle so still

certain it was a fresh kill!

 

Approaching they could see it was a woman

assuming she was dead

went to take a closer look when she stood up

surprisingly spoke clearly

said took wrong turning heard a commotion

what it was had no notion!

 

Traumatized she was in fear of her own being

conveyed her to a casualty unit

as a precaution in case of any physical injuries

but psychological more a concern

something about her demeanor seemed odd

a wary path they both trod!

 

While the doctor examined her they waited

a female colleague had been called

reluctantly lingered feeling all was not well

almost  expecting trouble

as they thought it a commotion occurred

as disturbing noises were heard!

 

Before taking a step the girl flashed passed

ripping the curtains down

knocking them and nurse off their feet

the doctor now on the floor

slowly sat on the gurney shaken and dazed

again their anxiety raised!

 

No marks seen on her yet had a vacant stare

she must be infected but how

both had been in contact yet felt alright

other questions came to mind

radioed base to warn them of the danger

this situation a life changer!

 

Tried keeping others away to secure the space

but the doctor lunged at them

managed to avoid her but a patient was hit

throwing him through partition

the officers gave chase then from overhead

a flying beast with wings spread!

 

The older officer thrust violently to the ground

by an insect like creature

over his face the saliva dripped into his mouth

his partner fired at the beast

who rapidly flew into the black sky unharmed

it seemed the officer was charmed!

 

But within a short time span had that odd look

his disposition had changed to

standing up walked away ignoring the shouts

of his friend and colleague

nearby the two women in the shadows waited

for the new beast just created!

 

Their metamorphoses had begun they departed

as the lone police officer

stood knowing his suspicions were confirmed

behind him police sirens wailed

now to his superiors he would have to explain

monsters had entered our domain!

 

Whether there was a future hung on his words

above the beasts hovered like birds!

 

Watching!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Locomotive!

The steam locomotive glistened motionless

in the railway museum

as visitors clambered in the driver’s cab

handling the large levers

children’s sticky fingers touching so keen

upon this magnificent machine!

 

From a different age of public transport

countless numbers travelled

holiday makers hard pressed commuters

during those days of steam

preserved by railway preservation groups

restored for the fun to recoup!

 

The engine resprayed in its original livery

pride filled the workers

bad luck followed it from scrap to grandeur

accidents had dogged progress

even when being taken off the flatbed truck

moving it in there was bad  luck!

 

Though were professionally trained personnel

that operated the transfer

cables snapped nearly tipping the train over

but through skill was averted

since then six months on much had arisen

creating much division!

 

Visitors had reported a man sitting in the cab

boiler suit and cap smiling

talking to the them seemed to be in control

yet they had no employees

here working on any of the engines displayed

no staff this image surveyed!

 

But after the museum was closed noises heard

as the cleaners worked

described it like shovelling and metal clanging

heavy boots on the floor

even when lights were off that engine shone

something here was wrong!

 

Unexplained incidents happened items fell down

missing visitors and stewards

a feeling of happiness and despair lingered

yet it was the one engine

that everybody who came was always drawn to

the one they wanted to view!

 

It had been a working engine on the main lines

nobody knew its full history

but reports persisted of the friendly driver

maybe who had died

unable to be parted from a life he really enjoyed

his spirit still employed!

 

But there was a strong sense of bad karma as well

did a dark entity haunt it as well?

 

The Foureyed Poet

 

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