Text!

The smart phone loudly whistled in her handbag

indicating she had a message

thinking it was the boyfriend sending a text

was very eager to read it

found two creepy anonymous words written

her pulse did quicken!

 

It just simply read “Fear Me” what did it mean

glancing around suspiciously

at everybody she could see in the noisy bar

most were dancing or drunk

kept the text from the group but stayed close

inside was becoming morose!

 

As those around became evermore inebriated

began to feel really isolated

she received another message “You Look Nice”

this put her into a hyper state

sounds and actions bombarded her senses

increasing preservation defenses!

 

Unlike the rest of her friends was not drunk

at first thought it a prank

now seemed to be more sinister a real threat

those feelings of paranoia

began to eat at her rationality had to be alert

or could be fatally hurt!

 

Those once friendly faces had become suspects

she just wanted to leave

the others never noticed her cautiously go

jumped as another text

had been sent reluctantly read what it said

panicky “To My Arms You Tread”!

 

Near the exit she recognised the doorman

had once gone out with him

felt a little awkward every time they met

but had to tell somebody

showed him the text asked him to stay near

thinking the sender maybe here!

 

She phoned for a taxi her ex said he would wait

as it was his break

noticed how close he had become touching

backing slowly away

realised it was him went onto the street to wait

thoughts of the moment to collate!

 

The taxi seemed to be taking a long time to come

a tightness around her arm

hurting knew this was the man she had trusted

forcibly was pushing her

into an alley saying he never wanted them to part

wanted to have a fresh start!

 

Tried to break free from his superior strength

heard a familiar voice call

her boyfriend was here managed to shout loudly

as he came into view the man

let the woman go free into the boyfriend’s arms

ran to his welcoming charms!

 

Together left arms linked still filled with a dread

at what might have been

it would be months before the events could tell

changing the phone number

never venturing back to that once familiar bar

it left a permanent mental scar!

 

Twelve months later the man she had once known

was found dead circumstances unknown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

No Choice!

Having to find somewhere wasn’t easy

eventually a house came up.

First time I saw it had an eerie feeling

without another option took it.

With a choice I wouldn’t have moved in

as soon troubles would begin!

 

 

For some reason I couldn’t get enthusiastic

taking some time to get the stuff in.

My girlfriend came to her brother helped us

even loaning his van.

An old house but in a good state of repair

something wasn’t right there!

 

It was a quite small big enough for us two

in our bedroom was a big closet.

Every night the door just swung open

it felt like eyes watching you!

If you tried to sleep whispering in your ear

shadowy figures seemed to appear!

 

Escalating to heavy pressure on your chest

my partner woke choking.

Like hands tightening around her throat

we slept no more that night.

An atmosphere grew neither could define

our relationship began to decline!

 

It was though our humanity was being drained

evil thoughts entered my mind.

Towards the woman I loved happily so long

she became terrified of me!

But when I physically attacked and hurt her

all reality became a blur!

 

When the police came to arrest me for assault

was the route to my escape!

As it was concluded I was mentally unstable

and ended up in mental hospital.

While in there I met an interesting old guy

said he didn’t have long to die!

 

Knew all about the house I’d not long purchased

admitting he’d lived there.

Many years ago and was driven to murder

and it was his malevolent spirit.

That still  existed in the fabric of that place

evil showed in his gnarled face!

 

Whether it was true I couldn’t really be sure

but everybody loathed him there.

Soon afterwards passed on and I didn’t mourn

my girlfriend soon got better.

And I was then released and officially sane

but answers still remain!

 

Never returned to that strange house or area

lost on the whole deal.

Got our relationship back to how it was before

heard the house was destroyed.

Bodies were found in the buildings rubble

leaking gas caused the trouble!

 

I guess the old man was not so mad!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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