House-Inside It Waited!

Confidently the four stood in the garden glaring

a touch of arrogance in their thinking

headed towards the house this triumph sharing

focused their eyes not blinking

line crossed neared the door it went eerily still

the girls turned pale they felt ill!

 

An indescribable odour made them come to a halt

from that moment their actions defined

determination erupted they pushed on their assault

from nowhere a tree root two entwined

around Tony and Jane who crashed to the ground

putrid slime came oozing from a dirt mound!

 

But from inside something stared for them it waited!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

Alarm!

Heard the alarm thought it was morning

then the odour of acrid smoke

jolted her into realisation there was a fire

rolled out of bed stayed low

flames trying to get under the closed-door

her breathing becoming poor!

 

On the third level such a long way to jump

tried to hold the window sill

strength sapped could not grab the latch

but slid down the wall

flames had permeated the door and frame

she would die if nobody came!

 

Fire had now ignited the carpet and bedding

going into a deep sleep

smoke swirling around this must be the end

through half closed eyes

somebody rushed in felt herself being raised

knew she was being saved!

 

Unable to see anything the rescuer never spoke

yet somehow was at ease

suddenly the air was clear and sirens neared

oxygen mask placed upon her face

blankets to as she began to shiver a voice spoke

no longer did she want to choke!

 

In the ambulance they said she had a lucky escape

asked how she got herself out

told them somebody had brought her to safety

told later the building was gutted

nobody could have gotten into that apartment

was their expert judgement!

 

So who had managed to get inside nobody knew

placing her completely unharmed

on the grass in front of structure in clear view

was her life truly charmed?

 

Maybe it was a guarding angel or kindly ghost!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Christmas Home Coming!

End of the first year of her university course

now it was Christmas holidays

excited to be going home to see mum and dad

her big sister would be there to

dad said he would pick her up from the station

filled with festive anticipation!

 

Tried to phone home that day but got no reply

getting on the train so worried

the normally quick trip slow in this demeanor

unable to comprehend a reason

she could see that there was nobody waiting

phoning her friend now debating!

 

A hug from her best mate glad to see somebody

they headed home in a car

approaching the road became aware of no lights

pulling up outside was fearful

of what she would find when opening the door

turning the key in the lock unsure!

 

Tried the light switch but there was no power

the street light gave some illumination

made their way to the cupboard in the hallway

where the fuse box was situated

a torch was on the top checking fuses were fine

the electric switched off by design!

 

With the house illuminated everything was tidy

so neat her mums handy work

as if it had been prepared for her home-coming

checked the bedrooms perfect

what was happening had thoughts of slaying

or kidnap nerves fraying!

 

Enquired with neighbours said they heard noises

went around knocked on the door

nobody replied then called the police concerned

but when they came all was quiet

now ready to tear out her hair fearing the worst

in her mind came a word cursed!

 

In the lounge the christmas tree stood in the corner

presents spread around the base

decorations lovingly placed cards hanging over string

just as she had waited to come and see

dad was a history teacher who enjoyed Egyptology

specialising in anthropology!

 

He had been on several archeological study trips

and brought back several artifacts

the thought of this made sense but was terrified

a smell of mould made them both

felt nauseous then she remembered the basement

were none of her family went!

 

But now there was no other choice it held the key

holding each other for comfort

through the entrance in the kitchen descended

the narrow creaky dusty stairs

uncertain of what would greet them down there

taking the guise of an ancient lair!

 

Having to use the torch there were large photos

of pyramids and artifacts

shelfs with real items placed neatly on long tables

the air had that mouldy odour

stifling hot and dusty made it hard to breathe

their calmness gone began to seethe!

 

There was  a strange atmosphere they had to go

as they did heard faint whimpering

aimed the torch there saw her mum and sister

petrified afraid to move a muscle

helping them up quickly left the weird basement

away from that sense of encasement!

 

In the warmth of her best friends car she spoke

of her husbands involvement

with artifacts being taken from ancient tombs

and ignoring the stern warnings

how several hooded figures seem to materialize

their bodies and minds did paralyze!

 

They were forced down the stairs to the cellar

were they took several items

and with the girl’s father went as they had come

leaving them traumatized

helpless they cried uncertain what to do next

leaving them all perplexed!

 

Not the Christmas Home Coming she expected!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Internet Connection!

Thought it a must be a bad internet connection

maybe another dam virus

had expensive protecting software installed

surely this would remove the bug

the screen went blank then came back on

saw an image the face had gone!

 

Sat back shocked checking hers was still there

then went  snowy like a television

seen in many films when the signal is lost

neither could she turn it off

decided to let the battery go completely flat

hoping that would be that!

 

Unsettled went to bed but just could not rest

woken at two hearing voices

on her own got up slipping into fluffy slippers

in the semi darkness shuffled

from her bedroom into the small sitting room

almost expecting a person to loom!

 

At first nothing standing listening in the dead air

then what sounded like gnawing

dismayed thinking it could be mice or huge rats

noticed the screen still flickering

drawn back to it a hazy picture was detectable

and there was a man definable!

 

Was this her imagination in these early hours

noise from behind rapidly grew

and certain the figure was becoming larger

what at this second could she do

a deep breath forcing herself to turn and run

when she found herself being spun!

 

Trying to scream her cords seemed paralysed

now an awful odour of decay

made her wretch as before her a monster stood

hanging flesh and long nails

of his hands grasped her arms so painfully tight

increased the finality of her plight!

 

Around her feet a mass rubbed against bare legs

now his grotesque face came close

even more excruciating pain her body succumbed

as the lifeblood was drained

the beast vaporized back into the small screen

nothing any more to be seen!

 

The computer switched off and only death was left!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Ale House!

Sure the reason the door was warped

had to be the aged wood

eighteen forties building material

altered from a corner shop

into another working man’s ale house

he lived here with his spouse.

 

The new landlord of this establishment

in urgent need of an upgrade

solidly built thought it had potential

constructed of stern stuff

on entering had an uneasy sensation

certain just imagination!

 

But when his  pet and guard dog faltered

at the entrance to a room

where the wooden frame was warped

sitting rigid and whimpering

it made him more aware of the ambience

then the problem not immense!

 

He often saw the dog sitting there alone

but one day his wife asked

to look inside the room needing storage

reluctantly opened the door

she was not bothered about going inside

to her no fear to hide!

 

True  was empty dusty with a damp odour

but ideal for the purpose

one day heard a noise the door half-open

was brave and glanced in

just as a glass vase flipped off a small chair

giving him a big  scare!

 

Like the dog kept his distance from the area

until he noticed after closing

preparing to take the dog for his nightly walk

he was nowhere to be found

until his wife frantically came to him worried

to that room both scurried!

 

Shaking said their dog was distressed inside

upon their arrival outside

sure enough heard the barking and howling

the door completely shut

no idea how this could become sealed tight

or the dog inside full of fright!

 

It should have made an almighty loud bang

but nothing was heard

and why would a scared animal venture in

not easy breaking solid wood

the dog ran passed never settling again

the couple could not remain!

 

Whatever it was concerned them no more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Wooden Door!

The neighbours had heard the child’s cries

but did not want to get involved

outside the appearance was of normality

curtains closed with a sense of despair

the wooden front door shut firm and tight

a report made of possible plight!

 

A social worker came to make a first call

ominously knocking on that door

unsure she waited for someone to answer

at last a young woman opened it ajar

an unpleasant odour wafted out of there

as she spoke with a pleading stare!

 

A whimpering could be heard from inside

but she was not allowed to enter

little was said as she quickly shut that door

the social worker could do no more

making her report it was filed an at risk case

soon they had forgotten this place!

 

Weeks passed and an urgent call was made

the police were soon knocking that door

breaking it down as screaming was heard

inside was a complete scene of squalor

a child of about  ten was found nearly dead

lying still and helpless in a putrid bed!

 

They discovered a young woman distraught

trying hard to revive the poor child

two other kids ran around in a terrible state

within minutes the child was in hospital

the life signs the doctors said were not good

at his side at death his mother stood!

 

Such sadness when a child does not survive

his brother and sister taken into care

later at the enquiry each blamed the other

nothing resolved it will happen again

where is the next door with horrors to hide

desperate victims helpless inside?

 

The father never found the mother later died!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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