He had always been fascinated with ancient buildings
especially quaint country churches
often travelling a long way to explore their structures
and delve into the historic facts
on one such adventurous journey to the countryside
his sanity he would have to decide!
Cycling by his attention was drawn to a church spire
he had not seen many like it
surrounded by a neat graveyard headstones in rows
musing a nice place to be buried
he even saw the priest standing by the entrance gate
then walking up the path as if late.
As Mr Gray approached the path he had gone inside
thinking he must speak to him later
stood back to really view the magnificent structure
and absorb the unique atmosphere
the smell of freshly cut hay enhancing his experience
he sat with no interference.
The bench had a plaque which read in memory of Joan
the rest of the writing had faded
Relaxed nearly fell asleep heard the noise of a door catch
that was being turned behind him
taking little notice expecting the priest to slowly pass by
nobody came he questioned why?
After awhile curiosity made him get up and venture inside
it was rather dark as he expected
sunlight beamed in through a large stained glassed window
over the altar in front of him
then again he saw the priest this time kneeling in prayer
of him did not seem aware!
So not to disturb him took a closer look at paintings
and read booklets on the history
eventually finding himself being drawn to the altar
the priest was no longer there
he certainly had not seen nor heard anybody leave
but he was not alone he did believe!
A deep sense of foreboding now overwhelmed him
his skin burned down his back
like claws were ripping his flesh the agony increased
and the smell of decay immense
around his body two bony hands with strips of skin
crushing his organs within!
Crying out for god’s mercy to save his eternal soul
in agony and despair blacked out
he awoke sitting on a pew facing the altar icy cold
staggering headed for the door
going into a shadow filled and warm summers night
even his bicycle a wonderful sight!
How he got back to the guest house could not recall
needing medical help for his wounds
soon seeking answers for his most strange encounter
enquired about the village priest
local people said he had died twelve months before
nobody worshipped there any more!
Found dead ripped to shreds laying across the altar
it was thought devils work
what had attacked him while within this holy church
what other forces had entered
leaving with more questions than answers to ponder
something beside him did wander!
Mr Gray’s encounter was far from over for him!
The Foureyed Poet.
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