Tunnels!

Down into the deep cold dank tunnels

the group headed to investigate

a historic fort on the rugged coastline

protecting the nation for centuries

the ominous granite walls a landmark

what waited for then in the dark?

 

It was to be not only their first visit

no other group had entered

since the fought had been occupied

by soldiers during the war

in the forties its last official conflict

their findings could not predict!

 

Down the stone steps to a bolted gate

three apprehensive men

entering felt the rush of stale cold air

hit their faces gasped to breath

keeping together moved with vigilance

they were feeling intense!

 

Head torches piercing the deep blackness

water dripping from above

walls slimy to touch any sound magnified

in the distance a female scream

loud shouting voices to halted progress

their enthusiasm did suppress!

 

Uneasy about getting lost decided to retreat

as a deep groan then vicious push

made them turn and run in a blind terror

soon back at the entrance panting

feeling safer now pondered their evidence

implications for research immense!

 

It had been picked up by their equipment

this reinforced their commitment!

 

Knew they had to go back into the tunnels!

 

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Oozed!

The sap oozed from a gnarled tree

as though it was bleeding

on one of its low bowed branches

the rope swung slowly

deep inside the bleak suicide forest

another soul departed

each drawn to this isolated retreat

alone their end to meet!

 

Nobody could grasp their despair

this was to be journeys end

what had brought them from afar

to this haunted bleak arena

to purposely take their own lives

as if in a replayed ritual

the ghost hunters entered here

sensing all their souls near!

 

Into the forest all was silent and still

with piety had a mission to fulfill!

 

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The Priest!

The priest was enthusiastic as he drove

towards his first parish

set in a village on the edge of moorland

from a city background

now looked forward to the rural scene

spacious open and green!

Had been given a tour by his predecessor

a priest of mature years

the old vicarage was situated opposite

the grade one listed church

told the elderly priest had recently died

not natural had been implied!

It now put doubt into his positive thoughts

what had happened he mused

as he slowly explored the unspoilt estate

before moving in to his new home

later walking over to his spiritual domain

his demeanor to retain!

From the entrance he surveyed the interior

focusing on the fine altar

certain he saw somebody kneeling praying

curiosity made him approach

as he drew near nobody was to be found

being the only one around!

Where he stood it became uncomfortably cold

he desperately had to leave

running in panic until he got to the vicarage gate

terrified and out of breath

was that footsteps closing on the gravel behind

from turning he declined!

Alone in the building the housekeeper had left

yet felt an overwhelming presence

standing in the hallway gazing at the staircase

gently rising to the first floor

sure a shadow was upon the upper landing

his blood pressure expanding!

Up against the door he could see a shape

creeping towards him

the terror within made him start to pray

this was not just a haunting

sure a lingering evil possessed the ground

as the tension did compound!

One fact certain he could do nothing alone

if he wanted to stay as the priest

had to get out to summon the help required

as the manifestation was moving

between the vicarage and eerie church at will

he began to feel rather ill!

Though he had witnessed an exorcism before

the priest was not qualified

 to perform this intense ultimate spiritual battle

he must find away to escape

to contact the bishop of this most serious situation

of an unknown demonic infestation!

Side stepping into the lounge picked up a chair

then with all his strength

hurled it through the picture frame window

immediately jumping out

as the entity followed possessing his soul

in pain his eyes began to roll!

Praying harder than he had ever done before

the evil force let him go

laying in broken glass watched it glide away

back towards the church

for now could do little but make a fast retreat

this enemy he could not beat!

 Many tribulations and questions he would seek

the war would not be for the meek!

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What Had He Seen?

What had he seen from his bedroom window

he was inquisitive to know.

Putting on his shoes and picking up a torch

and into the night made his way.

From his cottage he called his one retreat

quiet quaint isolated and neat.

 

Getting to the end of his long garden path

over a fence onto open ground.

Keen to find an answer he was compelled

walking now on rough grass.

A noise to his right he aimed the bright light

hoping whatever it was didn’t bite!

 

Then saw something glowing and rising smoke

boldly approaching the spot.

It looked to him like a small smouldering rock

but split into two half’s.

Now regretting the walk on this untamed ground

then movement from a nearby mound!

 

Why  couldn’t he stop himself from investigating

even though he was petrified.

Another louder sound like crawling and dragging

moving closer to where he stood!

That was all he could take running in blind terror

why had he made such a stupid error?

 

Energy seemed to completely sap from his body

yelling for invisible help!

He awoke sweating in his own comfortable bed

a deep sigh of relief he got up.

Chuckling then laughing thinking how real it felt

on his arm he saw a welt.

 

Very sore and raised he now was totally petrified

something crawling in the room!

It had not been a dream it had followed him in

nobody else there for support.

Or hear the awful screams as he slowly died

in quiet place aliens did hide!

 

More meteorites fell the invasion went unnoticed

For Now!

 

The Foureyd Poet.

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