Early!

Early on that morning was so calm and sunny

as they set off on their journey

though the sky was filled with chemical trails

that did not fade but stayed

it was a big controversy they were being laced

with toxins the rulers embraced!

 

Kept this in mind as the day began to heat up

soon came upon traffic

decided to take a detour along  quieter

empty country lanes

were lost without phones and navigation

began to cause frustration!

 

Upon an abandoned village their first stop

this they did not see or expect

until their car ran over the vandalised sign

reading contaminated zone

a red skull and crossed bones made it grim

though a bright day here was dim!

 

Decided it best to leave without stopping here

but as they reversed to head back

as there seemed to be no road going through

it appeared out of place on moorland

the engine cut out the friends were stuck here

their next move was unclear!

 

Their phones read no signal yet could see a tower

sat not wanting to exit the vehicle

sensed it would be unwise to step outside the car

trapped in disbelief so vulnerable

patience was something they all lacked for sure

should not have taken a detour!

 

Suddenly on the roof a bang as if somebody there

scraping metal ringing in their ears

a black substance trickled down the windscreen

a slug like thing slithered into view

then were also on front windows on either side

each feeling wimps and mortified!

 

The three friends decided they had to decamp

the windows started to melt

struggling into the rear seat luckily four doors

in unison forced one open and ran

stumbling down the road they had just driven

to get away alive they were striven!

 

Running began to tire then thinking it was safe

slowed to a walking pace

a boom made them stop a bright flash followed

turning could see it was the car

an odd noise next to them took each by surprise

the slug like things muffled their cries!

 

High above another chemical trail filled the sky

a fine vapour fell where even birds did not fly!

 

 

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Camping!

Camping on moorland just needed a break

alone with his tent and nature

or that was how it was planned to much on

falling out with partner

solitude was what had always kept him sane

this was how he wanted to remain!

 

Fresh air and a warm starry night it was good

alone without argument

never able to do the right thing he pondered

sipping his hot coffee

in his own world when he first heard a cry

like an injured animal close by!

 

Had a walk around his camp but saw nothing

the view was magnificent

sheep and ponies grazed some distance away

it was then nerves came into play

realising the isolation until now had not cared

his very well-being bared!

 

On the grassy hillside no other human near

close by was swampy ground

saw a walker heading up to his high position

surprised as there was no path

through the water-logged low ground below

seemed to be moving slow!

 

Looking forward for a chat just sat and waited

then were lost from his view

flustered got up the person he tried to locate

but they had simply gone

knew another night would have to spend here

that was certainly clear!

 

Began to miss the quarrels he had left to avoid

as the temperature dropped

settling in his tent for one more lonely night

found it hard to relax

odd noises outside made him shiver with dismay

felt he had become the prey!

 

On the other side of the thin material breathing

well thought it could be

shuffling as if somebody was slowly approaching

almost afraid to take a breath

summoned up the courage to take a quick peek

an explanation to seek!

 

Cautiously took a look a shape he could just see

red eyes stared back at him

a mist swirled upon the ground what was this

a high-pitched shriek

as the thing charged this was the end he thought

next memory woke distraught!

 

The tent had gone laid on top of his sleeping bag

at his feet saw hoof marks

in the soft grass here still completely alone

gathered his belongings

just left as quickly as he could physically walk

with other people needed to talk!

 

A few days later his body was found on a trail path

trampled as if by a hoofed animal

there were no clues to what had actually happened

his wife informed by wallet contents

another death on this land they could not explain

animals were not allowed on the terrain!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Village!

High on the lonely yorkshire moorland

the village set was built

a long way from their main city studio

an imaginary society

had the feel of a real existing location

not a television creation!

 

When not in use an unsettling stillness

filled the fresh moving air

unseen activity as if life was going on

faint constant whispers

cast and crew aware of a muted sound

their subconscious did hound!

 

Amongst the farm animals beasts roamed

hypnotic glowing red eyes

savage snarling devil dog’s fangs exposed

wandering on the village edge

always in the shadows rarely are they seen

their very presence obscene!

 

Security patrolled quietly as filming proceeded

as reality and fantasy mingled

unaware of the other dimensions interacting

the crew huddled observing

actors becoming familiar characters on action

creating believable interaction!

 

Moments when an image mist or a shadow

that was not within the script

added to the mystique of an enchanting take

that the cameraman or director

could not grasp in the pressure of the shoot

when the schedule was acute!

 

But maybe the fears of any ghostly presence

is not always something to dread

this is just the mingling of nature’s elements

that should be embraced

there undisturbed since the earth was formed

before man the planet swarmed!

 

Do those who venture to this moorland oasis

need to fear the ghosts and spirits

blend and tease those gathered in the village

passing in and around their bodies

everyone prepares for another take to begin

feeling a slight tingle on the skin!

 

The anticipation of the moment is absorbed

as the pressures of a schedule

has blocked any fears of the village ambience

in a vast open landscape

paranormal discoveries remain imagination

with a disconcerting agitation!

 

In the village the filming goes on!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Cold Winters Night!

On that cold winters night heavy snow fell

the couple headed to see family

but work had delayed the departure time

now they panicked as it was late

weather conditions added to their distress

it had become a complete mess!

 

At first good progress was made on the trip

but soon the snow began to lay

a biting wind made it drift onto the roads

being moorland no protection

on the slippery surface went into a skid

all signs from view were hid!

 

Abandoning the car as it would not start

to hopefully summon help

no mobile phone signals available there

they started to walk back

hoping there would be a house close by

nothing else to do but try!

 

Within a few minutes they saw lights ahead

puzzled never noticed them

when a short while ago had driven passed

soon knocking on the door

now very cold and their clothes very wet

with a pleasant smile were met.

 

Welcomed in by a middle-aged woman entered

into a warm cosy house.

Where they were offered food and hot drinks

and offered accommodation

if they wanted to stay until the following day

she did not want them to pay.

 

Concerned their parents would now be worried

enquired if she had a phone

telling them she had not got one of the gadgets

reluctantly this had to accept

so settling down until the early morning light

waking seeing it was bright.

 

Thanking the lady for her kindness decided go

making their way to the car

where to their surprise a van had just stopped

the driver got them on the move

contacted their family as it was Christmas day

they got to them another way.

 

Later during the after dinner gathering mentioned

the kind lady who let them stay

But the girl’s mother knew the area on the moors

surprised told the startled couple

there was only an abandoned derelict building

anybody being there knew nothing!

 

So who had the couple stayed with the night before?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

The Monastery!

The monastery partly a ruin being centuries old

popular for many ghost hunters.

Trying to prove or disprove by varies methods

any existence of ghostly visitations!

Amongst the impressive crumbling architecture

the imagination heightened for sure!

 

Tales of hooded monks seen walking in dark places

or surrounding burial ground.

The ghost hunters enthusiastically came to stalk

on this open bleak moorland.

You can feel the prickly static electricity everywhere

that alone gives you a scare!

 

Often a low mist hangs over an exposed monastery

giving it that typical haunted image.

On this particular winters night a group arrived

inexperienced and impressionable.

Investigating this known documented haunted site

what would they find on this night?

 

Straight away every one had that uneasy sensation

they were being closely scanned.

But put it down to atmospheric conditions created

as they each began to prepare.

They formed into a circle this was how they started

trying to connect with the departed.

 

Now late in the evening becoming cold and misty

they felt shivery and chilled!

Two of the six were certain they had been touched

one on the head one on the back!

Another in the infra-red light saw shadow appear

in awe said it was so clear!

 

An hour later split into three’s for the viduals

in the areas of reported sightings.

And they certainly would not be disappointed

three girls sat in the monastery.

When they all heard close by a very loud bang

and from above a bell rang!

 

Taking a cautious look around nothing was found

staying calm took photos.

Certain something was stood by the small altar

decided to do an EVP session!

Replaying the recording picked up a woman crying

saying faintly she was dying!

 

Having to quickly exit as an object was thrown

certain now they were not alone!

The other group could see them run outside

wandering amongst silent stones.

Where a thick mist formed in a human shape

they also had to escape!

 

Gathering in the tiny nearby car park shaking

pleased at what they had caught.

Hurriedly collecting equipment left at five am

eager to review their findings.

As they departed by the main monastery door

a shadow rose from the floor!

 

Brave or foolish they wanted to come back for more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Car Breakdown!

Never trust a garage to look after your car

my dear old dad use to say.

Those words came back to haunt me

when it did come to a stop!

Upon a moorland road in the dead of night

soon to survive I’d have to fight!

 

In the pitch black I knew this was not good

yet I could see nothing.

Neither call for help without a phone signal

the electrics had failed.

Reluctant to move and of the danger aware

nobody with the fear to share.

 

The wind blew over the course grasslands

shapes seemed to come and go!

Noises to I didn’t recognise hit my ears

agitating every nerve!

Had to find a place with a land line phone

one human on his own!

 

The road seemed to stretch on without end

as an ominous mist formed!

Sensing there was a pounding rapidly closing

behind me I tried to run.

Tripping on an uneven surface fell into a ditch

laying at a very steep pitch!

 

Semi conscious after colliding with a small rock

heavy breathing I heard!

Something growling and sniffing around me

wanting to shout aloud.

But knowing any movement would be lethal

my actions had to be cool.

 

Losing consciousness  some hours later I awoke

early morning and freezing.

Finding it hard to sit up but glad to be alive

nothing was visible now!

Upon my feet fearing these phantoms were near

thankfully nothing did appear.

 

Making it safely back to my vehicle was such a plus

cautious with every step.

Thought I’d try start the engine but with little hope

like a dream it burst into life!

Like nothing had happened amazed I drove on

weak but trying to be strong.

 

Arriving at a village without further incidents

sitting reflecting but relieved.

Unsure if it was real or a psychological attack

the cut on my head then hurt.

In my mind clear evil was present on that moor

memories within still raw!

 

Without actual proof nobody would believe

one day the answer I would conceive!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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