Large Black Eyes!

Stories have been told for many decades

that have increased in intensity

creating terror for those it has touched

instilling a dread none will forget

one incident happened on a Halloween

the fear could not be foreseen!

 

Around ten in the evening the dog barked

running about in a crazy manner

she was otherwise alone on this night

heard a faint tap on the front door

feeling uncertain walked down the hall

heard a child’s faint voice call!

 

There were no children living in the house

just herself with the agitated dog

her husband had left to work a night shift

through the frosted glass

two small silhouettes were visible there

of her own anxiety was aware!

 

The voice called again please may we come in

she thought it late for children

to be on their own replied what do you want

her hand shook opening the door

looked down saw two poorly dressed children

one about twelve the other under ten!

 

The barking continued as an unpleasant odour

made her feel suddenly nauseous

the older child stepped forward into clear view

illuminated by the hall light

making her move back strangely was afraid

their presence a threat conveyed!

 

Holding the door tightly so neither could enter

then they lifted their heads together

holding back a scream shocked at what she saw

their eyes were large and black

two pale skinned faces that seemed stretched

on them something inhuman etched!

 

Slammed the door and put on the safety change

added go away you cannot come in

what seemed like hours they stood on the porch

but eventually walked away

went to the bay window with its clear street view

they were nowhere insight terror grew!

 

Sat freezing on the carpet for the remaining night

a frightened pet huddled close and tight!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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Poison!

For some reason as he turned towards his partner

his stomach churned he felt pain

their eyes met he could see the hate and coldness

black as coal a penetrating stare

she did not know he had found out about her affair

somehow he was sure didn’t care!

 

It had been the trend all through their long marriage

he had done his best never stayed

not in his nature to cheat it had crossed his mind

now often wish he’d left long ago

too soft accepted it but as the pain raged he realised

some plan she had devised!

 

For weeks started to lose energy and become weak

she had become very attentive

and it dawned on him she must be using poison

the latest lover must be important

hate had eventually bubbled over he was in the way

with his life would have pay!

 

She had even taken the cell phone from beside him

never been contained before

confined to his bedroom could often hearing voices

her new man was installed

determined he would not be an easy victim to kill

had his own agenda to fulfill!

 

Heard her leave early on a bright summers morning

had an inner strength a new hate

no point loving the woman who wanted him to perish

summoned the energy to rise

tried the land line telephones there was no ring tone

her callousness could not condone!

 

He could only assume they thought it would be soon

the poison his life devour

each step became a battle of his own determination

making it into the kitchen

headed for the back door needed the suns rays

this would not be his end of days!

 

On the rear porch caught site of a freshly dug grave

his spouse was very confident

her task was nearly complete and the plot visible

it would not be him buried there

managed to find the key to his shot-gun collection

relying now on his own protection!

 

Prepared himself for their return and his surprise

drinking plenty of water waited

now hiding in a shady place constantly nauseous

revenge became the only thought

once an isolated ranch which together had chose

finally the relationship had to close!

 

At last he heard the truck coming back closing fast

watching it pull up close by

without further thought aimed and then discharged

instantly his wife and lover fell

the hole made for him was certainly not wasted

those who dug it lay there instead!

 

A nice small garden on the spot looked very nice

a distressed husband played the part

reporting the wife he loved had left without trace

months later nothing was heard

he discretely left for a long trip never to return

for him nobody had concern!

 

But he retained the ranch and the secret remains!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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