The Cave!

Though claustrophobic agreed to enter the cave

his girlfriend keen to go on the tour

she did not know his phobia he tried to act brave

assured himself it would be fine

but at the sight of the dark damp sloping interior

sensed his increasing hysteria!

 

There was eight in the group waiting for clothing

helmets and a bright headlight

rumbling sounds and faint tremors under foot

made him want to turn and run

but everybody else were becoming so excited

his partner was really delighted!

 

To soon the guide gathered them inside the cave

giving compulsory talk on risks

and to stay close keeping to the designated route

as there were falling rocks

as he listened he thought he heard an odd sound

not happy being underground!

 

He followed trying to look interested for his girl

realising how deep it was getting

the wooden fencing and walkways were rickety

every word echoed around

those vast chambers it was a different world

without warning a rock was hurled!

 

The group stopped people screamed as it hit

on the path just up ahead

sounding like thunder as the guide shouted

for everybody not to panic

though did sustain a facial cut a piece of rock

was an unexpected shock!

 

From then on their situation became terminal

from all sides hideous beasts

crawled down the steep sharp rocks converging

they all turned running back

one a man crashed through the railings and fell

down into depths of hell!

 

Grabbing his girlfriend headed in the dim lighting

as he thoughts was the way

back to the surface screaming for him slowdown

but so paranoid did not listen

until he felt a violent jolt that made come to a halt

the reason for this sought!

 

In disbelief was holding on to her severed arm

the rest of her was gone

before he could take another step was facing

something he had never seen

a humanoid creature with huge blank eyes

it lunged nobody heard his cries!

 

Razor sharp teeth then ripped out his throat

as he was quickly overwhelmed

the corpses were taken back to their nest

upon the surface concern

that all communication had been terminated

no problems had been indicated!

 

The company had just bought this franchise

not being told of its bad history

so were oblivious to the carnage in the cave

as a rescue team prepared to enter

without the knowledge of what awaited below

into the entrance they did go!

 

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Vapour!

It had been a very dry long hot summer

everybody was glad it was cooler

the end of August rapidly approached

and the new school term neared

there was only one main road in and out

of the town suffering a drought!

 

Tempers were fraying as water dried up

then the earth tremor struck

shaking every property in the township

windows and crockery shattered

on the main road a wide crack appeared

in Jenson panic reared!

 

In fact the residents were now trapped

it ran the whole length

of main street and seemed to be deep

rising from its depths

a pungent vapour rose out copiously

with a deadly potency!

 

At the rear on one side a fast flowing river

on the opposite side a high cliff

wedging the town in a gap like a Sandwich

a few miles down the road

stood the aging nuclear research facility

with them a mutual animosity!

 

Towns folk began to become ill collapsing

and mutating zombie like beasts

but not everyone seemed to be affected

and a small group had to hide

as the a babbling growing group searched

as on a roof survivors perched!

 

None of the few knew why at this moment

they had not been effected

by the rising the poisonous spreading gas

below in the street butchery

their once friends ripped each other apart

from here must quickly part!

 

Luck or providence this side an easier option

though the river was fast

wild as it smashed violently onto jagged rocks

at least it was low down

not a sheer cliff face to climb hundreds of feet

no way would they admit defeat!

 

Trying not to make any sound entered a shop

through a skylight window

dropping into the sports department of a store

gathering what they needed

making a quick exit as the mutants entered

as these thing got more demented!

 

The vapour was quickly replacing the clean air

tying scarves around their mouth’s

with ropes and life jackets headed for the water

time a luxury not granted

the girls were braver entering the cold water

now or never could not falter!

 

As they were swept along glancing back observed

the mutants on the river bank

as the vapour had now obliterated Jenson town

but their bodies were pounded

onward down to the quieter slow running part

four from the water did depart!

 

One was lost swept away unable to stay afloat

yet though the surroundings

were clear the winds direction could change

there may well be an epidemic

of unimaginable magnitude they had to warn

before mankind it did spawn!

 

But now the wind had deviated towards the city!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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