Compelled!

In disbelief he stared at the dead bodies

somehow was compelled

by a voice to kill these victims no choice

now in the hotel room

began to feel sick still holding the gun

realising what he had done!

 

The voice had gone quiet what was he to do

intended going to the police

inside his head it felt this would explode

shaking in a shocked state

at that second the voice softly to him spoke

no longer wanted to choke!

 

Told him to leave there was no need to grief

enemies to be eliminated

so  left the building with no more remorse

and went back to work

totally unaware of the killings he had done

in a waste bin put the gun!

 

A darkly dressed man retrieved the weapon

in another city far away

a well dressed woman walked into a diner

several men sat drinking

she looked around casually drew a hand gun

shot them walked out did not run!

 

Outside threw the gun into a large waste bin

and went to meet her friend

at once a street cleaner emptied the rubbish

another horror scene

both assassinations done by ordinary folk

who from a deep sleep had woke!

 

In another country the teenager got off a bike

into a small shop entered

where several people were just looking around

pulled up a scarf over his face

from a pocket took out a gun without hesitation

shot each one without confrontation!

 

Exactly the same pattern of events of the others

as if being told cycled off

but placing the weapon in a convenient bin nearby

this continued unabated

leaving police forces perplexed without evidence

as the crimes got more intense!

 

At this time the body count rises as more are compelled!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Iron Gates!

It was a day trip to the big city

an adventure alone

sites to see an evening show

a voice in her head

guiding the girl like navigation

to an odd destination!

 

Outside two large iron gates

found herself stood

rusting and was there alone

she see the crowds

on the main road nearby

here wondering why?

 

Being summer it was daylight

behind an empty site

used over centuries for burial

shivered saw a figure

coming quickly in her direction

no time for reflection!

 

Though a cobbled stone street

heard no sounds

now approaching saw the face

monstrous it passed

walked right through the gates

wishing she had skates!

 

Scared seemed to be cornered

more shadowy figures

coming wearing dark cloaks

close behind a hearse

a procession into her view

the panic within grew!

 

Lined up at the iron gates

as if poised waiting

deep inside had memories

drawn to the hearse

there on the name plate

for her did wait!

 

That voice was her own

here they poised

to take her back home

being long dead

was ever a restless soul

often out of control!

 

Her spirit roamed streets

possessing women

just for a very short while

before once more

laying in the graveyard

where the dead guard!

 

The lady in white a legend

was often seen

had died of a broken heart

but nobody knew

that by invading the living

a short time reliving!

 

For years it was a mystery

by the iron gates

young unconscious women

were found slumped

with memory loss perplexed

and demeanor vexed!

 

The locals do not venture near

those iron gates so austere!

 

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.

 

Factory Conversion!

The factory used to be the largest employer

where steel was manufactured

close to the railway goods terminal for access

until the company went bust

left to decay stood derelict for years until sold

as a new chapter was to unfold!

 

An organisation had a unique purpose for its use

to turn it into a horror attraction

the works already had history of unnatural deaths

during its productive years

as witnesses told of many unpleasant confrontations

with strangers and no explanations!

 

Injured burnt and dressed in old-fashioned clothing

even police had been called

to deal with obnoxious suicides inside and on the line

running parallel to broken fencing

where the homeless and drug users had taken over

what evil remained here to smolder?

 

The obsolete factory conversion was soon completed

large numbers 666 above the name

the Horror Factory ready to draw in waiting crowds

to be frightened out of their wits

as actors portrayed monsters and the devil himself

surely not good for your mental health!

 

But being a location with a nasty oppressive history

the dead could certainly not rest

some of the cast working here were devil worshipers

and held black masses within

but were sacked but not before more evil did unleash

causing phenomena to increase!

 

Visitors often scared by more than the performers

seeing those still not at rest

evil entities waiting to posses the unsuspecting

passing through this attraction

voices and noises echoed around those present

for many were evanescent!

 

But others the effects were much longer lasting

or fatal to those who were weak

images pleading and vile words there recorded

left staff and visitors believers

dreading what may happen to any of them next

leaving all who entered perplexed!

 

Like a ghoulish monument there it stands today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Terrifying!

The large empty field next to the motorway

lay unused until workmen arrived

there was a fear houses would be built here

instead large solar panels appeared

covering the once wide open fertile farmland

even the council did not understand!

 

An international company had bought the site

to erect these panels for electricity

intending to cover many more fields of green

that spoilt the natural contour

some conspirators were sure there was  more

in their plans a hidden flaw!

 

Risking being caught to observe the progress

security was very tight there

unmarked trucks delivered tons of equipment

and a small building took shape

the massive array aimed at an angle to the sun

a fence erected the work done.

 

It seemed a legitimate project yet it felt wrong

even at night the panels glowed

to each of the gathered group they pondered

was this a guidance beacon

or some sinister portal connecting the planets

this notion made them perplexed!

 

To them the complex had an inhuman appearance

vehicles with unusual markings

patrolled the fields and high electrical fencing

yet could find no information

nothing should be on this body of  pasture land

definitely something underhand!

 

 

The daily hustle and bustle continued close by

in the day nobody was visible

the group had tried to contact the ministry

yet never receiving a reply

a theory began to formulate in their wrangling

into what were they all tangling?

 

One day as the sunset inside the only building

it started to glow and hum

the panels slowly turned into a massive circle

next tilting directly upwards

a blinding light pierced the upper atmosphere

the colour blue pure and clear!

 

That surge of  immense power physically hit them

a spectacle that lasted seconds

but left an impression bring abhorrence mankind

a terrifying form of space travel

had begun it would bring the earth to destruction

by humans own construction!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Dwelling!

The dwelling seemed fine on moving in

not believing in spirits or ghosts

nineteen seventies construction of brick

small but adequate for one

noticed it always had an irksome chill

told nobody had died or been ill!

 

Occasionally the unscheduled eery noises

the feeling of being watched

finding it freezing even with heating on

from storage heaters to gas

with no difference to temperature drops

particularly in the cold spots!

 

 

Thoughts of natural explanations remained

always sceptical to the end

that odd tapping sound on the bedroom door

may well have made them shiver

in the back of your mind an element of doubt

subconsciously wanting to shout!

 

Doors closing and opening must be air pressure

surely was the logical reason

often questioning the state of your own sanity

as items disappear only to turn up

your phone moved from the table perplexing

now on a lower shelf really vexing!

 

I wait to see if my imagination is the route cause

or if there is a spiritual clause!

 

As I alone live within this dwelling!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

The Hotel

It was very late and the businessman had to rest

a hotel came into sight.

Good he thought pulling into the empty car park

taking his overnight bag.

Walking the short way to reception he entered in

a man stood with a grin!

 

For some inexplicable reason it made him wary

signing in taking the key.

An odd place he decided with nobody else about

but tired just wanted to rest.

The room was clean laying down was soon asleep

for him the slumber was deep!

 

Something aroused him opening his weary eyes

a figure stood at the end of the bed.

Staring dressed in a military type of uniform

sitting up it had gone!

The room to him had become so very cold

tired back on his side he rolled.

 

A few hours later again awoke felt a sharp prod

then pushed onto the floor!

Standing up nothing could be seen in the room

but his face was very sore.

In the mirror saw deep scratches on his cheek

had to get out safety to seek!

 

Had to take the stairs he ran not glancing back

quickly in his car he sped off!

The following day he had a clients meeting

mentioning his nightmare stay!

They looked perplexed at what had occurred

of this place they’d never heard!

 

Puzzled at the comment he had to make sure

it was hard retracing his steps.

But at last was certain this was the route taken

yet he could only see open fields!

No indication anything had ever been built there

it was real on a bible he’d swear!

 

He knew it could not be left there needing an answer!

 

The Foureyed Poet.