Premonition!

Entering the ancient inn on the moors

for a second saw himself

lying throat cut on the flag stone floor

like a premonition said later

shaking sat down on a rickety bench

noticing a nasty stench!

 

His girlfriend joined him so concerned

it was her idea to come here

a quaint inn with a long dark history

both had a fascination for ghosts

often travelling to these eerie locations

for paranormal confrontations!

 

Not members of dedicated investigators

but paying to be scared

from growing companies making money

for those who wanted to seek

this was a knew experience for the pair

that they both could share!

 

Here for the first time they were scared

until now fun and a thrills

realising maybe they really did exist

saying nothing thinking

it could be the atmosphere here created

decided feeling agitated!

 

He explained what he had experienced

feeling on edge it felt so real

she to sensed eyes were there glaring

slightly easing as people came

the leaders for the night set the scene

all hyped up and very keen!

 

For awhile their minds were occupied

by the mediums revelations

moving to the areas said to be haunted

who told them the history

when she sensed spirits were nearby

gave out a bizarre cry!

 

Adding to this being mainly in the dark

the couple became spooked

as he again found himself on the floor

the same bloody image

made him yell having to quickly run

his time within was done!

 

The couple moved away from the inn

something was wrong

surprised the medium came to them

expressing her concern

the same shocking image she had seen

such a realistic scene!

 

Suggested they go in to face their anxiety

said it must be a past event

reluctantly returned to join those inside

waiting to start a séance

gathered standing around the very mark

unnaturally so very dark!

 

Then deep voices shuffling noises close by

the medium said hold hands

as from above the large open fire-place

a metallic clang and a sword

attached to the wall fell hitting the man

everybody panicked and ran!

 

Some frantically turned on their torches

scrabbling for the light switches

to find the body laying throat slashed

the weapon by his side

just as to the medium he had described it

now in disbelief did sit!

 

How had he predicted his own demise

within this historic inn

never visited before in his young life

was a mystery at this time

there were no answers to be found

or what evil was here bound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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The Department Store!

On patrol in the large empty department store

the security officer froze!

Troubled at the mannequins surrounding him

hearing a shuffling sound.

Assuming that an intruder had entered within

hairs stood up on his skin!

 

Struggling to Keep calm carried on with task

but his discomfort grew.

Darkness began to close in on the lower floor

even his torch did not help.

Heading with nervous tension to the service lift

there had been a display shift!

 

It was disturbing to see his exit had been blocked

having to divert to the stairs.

Calling for support from his colleague got no reply

only static on the two way radio.

Items began to fall he was isolated and full of fear

what was roaming about in here?

 

Reaching the office a sense of relief nobody was there

he observed the security screens,

Almost afraid to breathe glared with an intensity

at where he had just come from.

Saw the other guard being hit around his head

across a table his body was spread!

 

Instantly reacting headed back to assist his mate

tripping over the fallen items.

Charging the lone figure like an angry raging bull

into a lady’s shoe display.

Ready to grapple this violent mysterious intruder

his anger becoming cruder.

 

Turning the suddenly limp body with some force

found it a lifeless dummy!

Reeling threw it down went to the injured guard

but he was nowhere to be seen!

Determined to find a telephone heard a sound

finding himself on the ground.

 

Another mannequin was about to drop an object

on him as he lay stunned.

Lashing out trying to get out of any harms way

felt himself being shaken.

He woke ready to fight this frightening creation

determined to get his retaliation.

 

But it was the other guard with a nice big mug of tea

who had woken him from a doze.

Falling asleep before the shift had actually started

at least it had not been real.

Arriving on the lower ground of the department store

certain he had made each move before!

 

Was it a dream or a premonition of impending doom?

 

The Foureyed Poet.