House-Inside It Waited!

Confidently the four stood in the garden glaring

a touch of arrogance in their thinking

headed towards the house this triumph sharing

focused their eyes not blinking

line crossed neared the door it went eerily still

the girls turned pale they felt ill!

 

An indescribable odour made them come to a halt

from that moment their actions defined

determination erupted they pushed on their assault

from nowhere a tree root two entwined

around Tony and Jane who crashed to the ground

putrid slime came oozing from a dirt mound!

 

But from inside something stared for them it waited!

 

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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.

 

 

 

Escalator!

On that long steep downward escalator

amongst the commuters

a gaunt motionless girl did appear

at first not being noticed

until people walked right through

then panic did ensue!

 

Instantly it spread just wanting to escape

pushing in both directions

staff feared there could be casualties

what had caused the event

on a week day the main station disrupted

as such chaos erupted!

 

A manager looked up from the lower level

at the sheer stairway angle

seeing the hunched figure halfway up

that never seemed to move

no response to his voice so started to climb

as around him was oozing slime!

 

The escalator that had been eerily stationary

began to creek into action

but it had been switched off sometime earlier

and the black slime increased

now becoming very slippery under his feet

definitely not feeling upbeat!

 

Four others were trapped as the flow rose

oozing out of every crevice

running the only way onto the platform

she stood by the tunnel entrance.

now countless more joined in a silent leer

what was going on here?

 

Dread filled their hearts were they going to die

turning slowly to each other

in unison grasped tightly their hands to pray

looking back it was clear

everything seemed normal an empty station

what was the explanation?

 

The escalator as they approached was working

and being used as normal

it seemed the incident lasted only minutes

and was resolved quickly

could it have been a mass linked hallucination

a paranormal invasion?

 

Their lives changed forever as it’s often said

getting on with their work

what they’d seen etched into their memories

months later it came to light

while urgent was work carried out on the line

by the Do Not Enter Tunnel sign!

 

As they dug deep a mass grave was discovered

it was established from the plague

that no authority had realised was even there

had this been the ghosts they saw

nothing touched but care and respect shown

to the many unknown!

 

Sightings are a regular occurrence even now

but less frightening somehow

what triggered this event was never found

to the many this was profound!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Stealing!

Able to go about your daily life without dread

with no fear there’s somebody in your area

who has the intention to take what you own

by deception or more likely violent means

completely selfish and focused on stealing

not for them honest toil or legal dealing!

 

Their lives revolve for crime no matter the cost

no thought or remorse from whom it’s taken

from young to elderly they have no conscience

never working infraction their way of daily living

if their own families were to suffer the crime

it would be the only justice for this nasty slime!

 

This type of felony I’ve no doubt will get worse

callous and cruel thieves stealing from others

by violence or deception too often calculated

sociopathic behaviour of different degrees

routine activity taking not only from the rich

the aim their own lives they want to enrich!

 

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