Seek!

Had been so excited to be there

really bleak and derelict

was my first visual impression

had been an investigator

with the group for a short while

their purpose to seek

any evidence that shed light

that gave people a fright!

 

Allocated to take a walk around

soon regretting eagerness

though it was light felt on edge

even with a two way radio

this could not ease the dread

rumors of deaths within

many entering never seen again

my focus hard to maintain!

 

Entered an upstairs room a touch

upon my warm hand

so cold then a child’s laugh heard

a small figure nearby

shuddered unable to comprehend

what had transpired

contacted base to report and help

a loud tap made me yelp!

 

A pain on the left side of the neck

must leave this room

meeting a team member outside

coming to assist

suddenly the house became alive

as floorboards creek

excitement at the monitor station

objects move no explanation!

 

Reviewing camera footage its heard

a faint child like laugh

on close examination were deep red

scratches visibly seen

drawing blood what had interacted

everyone was highly charged

what really is here embedded within

as the night vigils did begin!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

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Foolish!

It was foolish but when you’re young

danger means having fun

the gates to the crypt were locked

a moment of guilt passed

as my entry was solved by a stone

forever would I try to atone!

 

The rusted gates noisily swung open

it was dark deathly silent

entering the crypt tripping on coffins

was most unpleasant

thinking maybe treasure was in here

should not have drunk the beer!

 

At the time had no sense of any fear

cold damp nasty odours

the adrenaline rush of an illegal act

with bare hands pushing

stone slabs annoyed at no progress

wanted to get access!

 

Fumbling in the poor light the flooring

gave way beneath my feet

instantly fell into a lower chamber

filled with putrid bodies

not fully decomposed surrounding me

still no idea how I got free!

 

Wanting to wretch covered in the slime

staggered out into the air

mortified at what had just happened

saw a grotesque face

and skeletal body in the tomb entrance

felt the instant penitence!

 

That was before running around certain

it was pursuing me

hatred was so real amongst the graves

even now years on

the presence is real it watches constantly

never more to let me be!

 

From that time on sounds heard shapes seen

nobody dared go on their own

unless in groups keeping away from the scene

or be scratched and objects thrown!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

Its said!

Its said there are ghosts and spirits of the dead

demons to roam here unseen

mediums can converse with the other side

many say they have seen them

there are those who have actually been attacked

honestly that’s a fact!

 

Large scratches often deep and bleeding just appear

also pushed down the stairs

temperatures dropping low to make rooms icy cold

so many cases of witnesses

claiming it is real voice recordings of spirits talking

all around them stalking!

 

Sceptics claim most do have rational explanations

being natural effects of our society

buildings settling shadows created by lighting effects

imagination of an active mind

yet much cannot be explained in any lucid way

this our fears do not allay!

 

So much we do not understand even experts agree

maybe what some sensitives see

is real amongst the trickery and illusions displayed

there is unexplained phenomena

are there other residents on earth besides us here

that occasionally to us appear?

 

Have families really seen their passed relatives

can there be demons

the questions and lack of real answers stimulate

those many investigators

being out there seeking the facts from superstition

that really is an exciting mission!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Clear E. V. P!

Phil could not believe what he had just heard

as he sat in the cellar

doing a lone vigil it was fine until he replayed

and a deep voice hissed

saying ‘Get Out Or Die! it was a clear warning

edgy the team was informing!

 

Turning on his torch glanced at the surroundings

now with a sense of a presence

other members of the team joined him there

excited at this threatening EVP

their first response since entering the premises

it felt they had met their nemesis!

 

As a collective the fear factor greatly diminished

after all this was evidence

this their purpose for investigating the building

together sitting in anticipation

there was a natural chill in the dank atmosphere

their determination clear!

 

Feeling it was the time to have a calling out session

try to capture more voices

asking questions like is anybody here with us now

are you trapped in this cellar

two digital recorders now used in case one did fail

then heard a pitiful wail!

 

With heightened awareness asked more questions

after half an hour played back

a bang nearby made them twitch nerves tingled

at first there was  nothing a tall

but recorder one a long growl and clear voice tone

‘we are here you’re not alone!’

 

Followed by faint screams a hiss and then silence

but on the second recorder

a mocking voice called out the name of Gillian

somebody gasped loudly

it was their name the voice continued ‘I see you’

had a spirit come through?

 

In a dark cellar only camcorder screens gave light

a yelp of sudden pain

broke the quietness as the girl said her back hurt

a torch was switched on

three long bleeding scratches seen as back exposed

already staining her clothes!

 

There was a growing excitement and consternation

it would be best to leave now

not before one more eerie recording was heard

‘beast’ echoed in a clear sound

just then a stone was thrown bouncing off a wall

and by them closely did fall!

 

This was the point they each decided to exit here

never feeling on their own

it was five am though pleased with their results

actually were terror-stricken

clearing up the equipment just wanted to leave

as a danger did perceive!

 

Though intensive night would be back for more!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

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Nothing So Chilling!

Only walking down an ordinary town centre

never had this experience before!

Maybe heard a tap as she sat alone at home

nothing so chilling just talking.

Chatting with friends then felt a rough tug

losing balance was it a thug?

 

Just stopping herself falling to a hard floor

each mate looked surprised!

A voice whispered in her ear ‘You Bitch’

turning nobody was that near.

Ignoring the words she simply walked on

then heard a favourite song!

 

Forgetting that moment being out fun shopping

sitting in a coffee shop.

To enjoy a chat and before starting to buy

as the drink she bought fell.

Spilling the liquid and smashing the cup

now knowing something’s up!

 

A grip on the shoulder like a strong hand

sends a tingle down the spine.

A deep laugh that nobody else can hear

makes her heart start race.

Jumping up but afraid to look behind

as the girls try to be kind.

 

Running to the toilets her neck feeling sore

she can just see deep scratches.

An image in the mirror just a quick glimpse

what’s happening who was there?

Hypersensitive to movements and sound

no alcohol had she downed!

 

Back at the table a fresh drink had been bought

sensing an entity close by.

Now more relaxed starting to have a laugh

the rest of the day went well.

Those strange events beginning to forget

an evening of fun was set.

 

Home the next morning around about six

yesterday events a memory.

Yet began to remember what had happened

with a hangover head spinning.

Dreading the thoughts was she seeing the dead

laying there alone in her bed.

 

For weeks after the fear could it happen again

never certain had it been real?

In her room stood in front of a long mirror

image of a man so clear!

A hand came out grabbing her throat

chance of an escape remote.

 

She was reported missing but never found

her parents didn’t see her leave!

The room was left untouched and closed

as the girl had carefully left it.

Nobody noticed the mirror had no reflection

surely this was poor detection!

 

None of us know what is close at hand!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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