House Exploration!

Alone abandoned the house was so stark

empty so long a tale to unfold

nothing moved very unwelcoming dark

a faded sign read property sold

what they would find there no telling

embroiled within this dwelling!

 

Noises had often been reported from inside

the stagnant air had a foul smell

murders within always had been denied

rumored another gateway to hell

nefarious building was a real abomination

they entered with deep trepidation!

 

It stood like a blot on surrounding lands

as the group of teenagers stared

jointly plotting rubbing their cold hands

had to investigate a decision shared

the group of four all were aged nineteen

focused to go as eyes watched unseen!

 

Hesitant to cross a line held hands outside

some distance from their addresses

laughed with a perverse fun none did hide

what waited in the deserted homestead

with torches on and their cameras to hold

soon found it had become very cold!

 

Daringly now in the garden were glaring

a touch of arrogance in thinking

headed towards house triumph sharing

focused eyes not blinking

the four neared door it was eerily still

the girls turned pale they felt ill!

 

An ineffable odour made them all halt

from then their actions defined

with fortitude pushed on with assault

suddenly a tree root entwined

tightly around two fell to the ground

slime oozed from a dirt mound!

 

Seemed an eternity fighting an unseen foe

drained and aching escaped the trees

instantly came into their view a large crow

breathless as if their lungs squeezed

frightened and stressed glanced around

as door burst open without a sound!

 

Feet heavy the four wanted to turn back

the stench was in the air once more

shadowy figures rushed at them to attack

strange sensation then a mighty roar

where the spectres came from none knew

door slammed trapped a weird glow!

 

Backs against wall as surging green glow

preservation forced the girls to run

as they successfully bypassed the object

this adventure was no longer fun

yelling as rotten timber floor gave way

crashing to the cellar into dank clay!

 

In darkness tried struggling to their feet

a new sickening odour entered each nose

the lads had falling to luckily had a torch

heard a constant beat as the evil rose

scrambling up rickety stairs reached top

floor beneath did with no warning drop!

 

Cellar door not locked clinging in grime

eerie sounds made atmosphere sour

a pulse made it shake in rhythmic time

had released a force gaining power

something had them trapped in a tomb

as their minds it began to consume!

 

Still crawling energy being sucked away

floor collapsed behind and below

a blinding flash then could see light of day

death close it grabbed Jacks leg a blow

unable to help they were propelled outside

a stroke of luck but their mate had died!

 

The house became a fire-ball and did implode

to close the three lay bloody on earth

barely able to move towards fence then road

so hot yet relieved felt like rebirth

such awful sounds from below they just cried

horrified just a hole what evil lived inside?

 

One week later back in silence on the spot

where they first viewed the dwelling

nothing there but foul ooze from the plot

none recovered the trauma telling

remembering and mourning their mate

thankful it was also not their fate!

 

Loud rumbling from below could be heard

as remaining shrubs disappeared

the only noise now a black squawking bird

each filled with a renewed fear

another bang the ground opened wide

in a split second they vanished inside!

 

Had not escaped the wrath that consumed

this unhallowed cursed ground

anybody trespassing here were doomed

no bodies were ever found!

 

Was this the end or just the first chapter?

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All Hallows Eve!

Visiting a friend for dinner was an unusual quest

because contact was lost long ago

apprehension because she was just a school mate

who was happier in her own company

why had she decided to contact after all this time

as she never thought of her as sublime!

 

Remembering nobody liked her believing in the occult

everybody thought of her as weird

truthfully the rumours were she was a black witch

naturally the other students shunned her

so Lyn was the only one to make any contact at all

that fact she certainly did recall!

 

Why now had this invitation come through the letter box

how had angel the name did not fit

find where she lived changing her name when married

but there was a desperation in the words

a nagging curiosity the only way to satisfy was to go

but scared as she would be solo!

 

The date was interesting for the meal Hallowe’en

which added to her uncertainty

but decided she had to see if angel had changed

being it was years since they spoke

the address was not easy to find in heavy rain

making her eyes ache with the strain!

 

At the end of a row of very old cottages she saw

the most dilapidated one of them all

even more nervous parked in front on a verge

walked up the dirt and muddy path

the dangling overgrowth touching her face

made it a much quicker pace!

 

Getting to the front door angel was patiently waiting

dressed in a long black dress

making her look older especially with long hair

for a moment she saw an old hag

then back to normal she entered the front room

noticing in a corner a witches broom!

 

The table was laid near to the open roaring fire

in contrast to the outside plot

pleasantly surprised at the welcome received

began letting her guard relax

the meal was soon served with plenty of wine

now glad she had come to dine!

 

Forgetting it was the night of All Hallows Eve

could never conceive the outcome

becoming very warm tired and light-headed

never admitting to being drunk

talking like bosom friends with gusto laughed

obliterated her fear of witchcraft!

 

Soon the midnight hour chimed on the clock

in the hall as Lyn fell asleep

now the cold made her shiver was it morning

unable to move her arms bound

to posts sticking up from the damp wet ground

with a clear chanting sound!

 

Numb with the penetrating damp permeating

her now naked flesh they came

black-robed figures surrounding her closing in

just able to make out markings

certain she was in the centre of a large pentagon

sensing her life was now done!

 

One stepped forward and crouched by her head

pulling back the hood spoke

though it was hard to see recognised the voice

it was angel the evil witch

glad you came tonight to become our sacrifice

raising a knife her heart did splice!

 

Now more unspeakable monsters filled the circle

as angel screamed with pleasure

let the celebrations of the witches night begin

as Lyn’s blood soaked into the earth

her body thrust onto the bonfire the devil rose

dancing around the victim they chose!

 

Hope you are not scared to death on Halloween!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Orb!

Could not Recall locked in a cell before

or even visiting a police station.

Now here he lay petrified on his own

listening to the noisy drunks.

With time to think why he was here

should not had that last beer!

 

He never meant to kill that violent guy

it really was self-defence.

Had anybody seen him get attacked

in that empty dirty alley.

Or as the man lay still that weird mist

like an orb the size of a fist!

 

Rose into the sky entering a weird light

did he actually witness that?

Police then arrived and arrested him

not caring he was in shock.

Hours later a solicitor came to advice

his situation to analyse.

 

How to explain what only he had seen

as the man lay dead.

Coming from within his unmoving  chest

it was only one punch!

But fell heavily onto the back of his head

quickly the ground oozed red!

 

Told them everything that had happened

as two cops intently listened.

Soon returned to his cell to wait once more

until they had an autopsy result.

Not believing what he alleged had occurred

they said it sounded absurd.

 

There all night unable to sleep a single wink

told he would be released.

The man died of natural causes they said

charged him for being drunk.

Soon found himself on a damp busy street

falling asleep on his feet.

 

Not a religious sort of person never was

but surely it was not his soul.

Rising up into that place called heaven

that was only a written story!.

At this point his wife drew up in her car

where was the nearest bar?

 

Something changed in his life that night

given the gift of second sight!

 

This was a strange new beginning!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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