Arrived!

He arrived early at the remote film location

wooded with a grassy clearing

he could hear voices and laughter not alone

but upon searching was nothing

it was a freezing autumn morning but clear

as the chatter continued very near!

 

Faint outlines of people certain he had seen

darting in grass and through trees

as if a community was actually living here

or was it the rising mist and nature

just waking from the darkness of the night

and his imagination did alight!

 

So tired from getting little sleep to be here

as an extra on a television drama

unusually early crew were normally there

or at least the caterers on site

retreated back to his car felt very exposed

trying hard to stay composed!

 

Checking his watch realised it was only five

could not block out the sounds

light shone in the distance at last not alone

vehicles came and parked near

the large catering truck trundled into sight

much to the young mans delight!

 

Soon was far from alone and also learned

this was the set for a ghost story

based on an event that had happened here

a mass murder at the farmhouse

had he seen their spirits in the early dawn

into their spiritual realm drawn?

 

Throughout that day was always uneasy

but put it out of his mind

until somebody else said they had seen

a child in one of the rooms

another voices in the grounds and trees

an unpleasant smell on the breeze!

 

Filming is still going on with a growing disquiet!

 

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Confused!

How had he got here was confused

tired here within little light

fingers so sticky certain not alone

eyes blurry unable to focus

holding a knife in his hand so numb

to what had he succumb?

 

Soon becoming aware of his quandary

where had he ended up

no knowledge of the circumstances

how a body was at his naked feet

the smell of blood making him queasy

scared and completely uneasy!

 

Fumbling in the darkness his body sore

found the curtains opening

as brightness blinded his limited vision

eventually eyes focused

exposing the carnage of a gory scene

an ordeal could never have foreseen!

 

With an effort slowly exited the slaying

leaving footprints behind

out onto a tiled patio where rain fell

striking his body with force

falling to his knees hurting wanted to cry

his actions could not justify!

 

More alert did not recognise the view

nor the house looked familiar

from behind heard the sound of a car

instinctively made him jump

as it tried to hit him then sped away

on stony surface did splay!

 

Hardly a moment to stand heard shots

bullets ricochet around him

this jolted new thoughts into his mind

his life was in dire situation

surely he also meant to have expired

but their plot backfired!

 

Yes it was an undercover operation

had arranged to meet a contact

wife of an international gang leader

went in alone without backup

had to be a trap somehow survived

success of their plan deprived!

 

Had to get back to his London base

alive his bosses wrath to face!

 

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A Happy New Year!

A throbbing head wondering where you are

in need of pain killers remembered

its New Years day everything looks bleak

this not being a good start

how cold and damp where you had laid

lifting your head nerves frayed!

 

Glancing about there in the morning air

several others besides yourself

an awful smell of booze and stale vomit

makes your stomach churn

rising with pain onto your wobbly legs

bottle in hand with a few dregs!

 

Swigging that down making you feel worse

focusing your tired blurry eyes

trying to rouse those prone on the ground

recognising some many no idea

a girl looked familiar an awful flash back

had he proposed not the right tack!

 

Dishevelled as if engaged in an altercation

on rubbery limbs they stood up

noticing there was garbage everywhere

was it near their last destination

each still under the influence of all the drink

guided them he hoped to a taxi link!

 

Unable to remember anything of the past night

as the frost began to bite

a strange red sky greeted the weary band

as they walked in the wasteland

welcoming in another bloody new year

longing for more spirits and beer!

 

The time approaches 2018!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

 

Stopped!

The SUV had stopped on a busy carriageway

cars drivers horns blaring annoyed

as it blocked the progress in their journeys

eventually an off duty cop came by

could see the driver so got out to investigate

intended with them to berate!

 

Called for assistance to help with the traffic flow

approached the vehicle with caution

noticed scorch marks upon the roof looked in

everything was still felt uneasy

tapped the window speaking no reply or reaction

could see the face lifeless and waxen!

 

With consternation guardedly opened the car door

there was a smell of burnt meat

heat coming off the still body gripping the wheel

made him retch and shudder

recoiling could do nothing for this poor bastard

too long in the job had made him hard!

 

Instincts made him ponder the actual cause

it was unusual and bloody creepy

knew this was somehow a professional hit

never seen this in his many years

scouring the skies in all directions perceived

knew his theory would no be believed!

 

Though could not detect any by sight or sound

had heard drones were deployed

their purpose maybe more than observation

these thoughts could not express

in fear of his own and families continuation

and for their eternal damnation!

 

Leaving it to the traffic division left his lips sealed!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

House! The Beginning!

Alone neglected the house was stark

empty for years unwelcome icy cold

silent nothing moved it looked dark

with a faded sign reading house sold

whether night or day there is no telling

what was in this despicable dwelling!

 

Noises had often been heard from inside

even the stagnant air had a foul smell

what did this house have within to hide

could it be another gateway to hell

oozing evil this was an abomination

they entered with a deep trepidation!

 

Trees were rotten everything had died

yet these fools still the house defied!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Holiday Cabin!

First night on holiday was always exciting

this year was different

she had come ahead alone not so inviting

here early with good intent

mum and daughter due tomorrow night

being alone did not seem right!

 

Had come ahead early she had an extra day

wanted to see her daughter Kate

had been at university soon be here to stay

for two weeks could not wait

never been here before wanted to prepare

of any danger was not aware!

 

Busy getting holiday cabin how she wanted

soon darkness had come

felt tired never thought it could be haunted

to exhaustion had succumb

decided to have an early and restful sleep

anything else to the morning keep!

 

Not use to being in the countryside all alone

or cabin with panoramic view

had forgotten her mobile and no house phone

here alone anxiety grew

now for the first time began to feel uneasy

stomach churning was queasy!

 

As she came out of the bathroom she saw

through the bedroom window

the shape of a figure she could not ignore

yelling her actions slow

froze but then in an instant it had gone

for the morning did so long!

 

Unable to relax ran around to check doors

making sure they were locked

terrified felt sweat oozing from her pores

her well-being totally rocked

as if circling heard loud footsteps near

echoing in her ears so clear!

 

Many thoughts racing through her mind

were all the windows locked

would her child mums lifeless body find

now feeling deeply shocked

cowering in the corner behind the settee

wondering who it could be!

 

Creaking wooden boards surrounded her

scraping along the walls

with some object the fear within did stir

also across the glass

high-pitched a shadow passed as well

followed by a nasty smell!

 

Exhausted eventually fell into a half sleep

awaking with a start

the rising sun into the cabin began to peep

her fast beating heart

stiff where she had not moved needed a wee

parched so wanted a cup of tea!

 

The birds were singing loudly she ventured out

one shaky step at a time

afraid to make a sound in case it was still about

she was alive felt sublime

two joggers went by staring then running past

it was safe she thought at last!

 

Venturing onto the veranda now could see why

the couple moved away so fast

deep cuts in the wood and word reading die

she could only stare aghast

it covered the exterior in a place so serene

this horror did not fit the scene!

 

A familiar voice relieved she quickly turned

her daughter stood concerned!

 

She left with her family never to return here

something watched them go so very near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Stalled!

The old car his pride and joy was running well

early summer decided to take a trip

into the countryside to a nearby historic town

it stalled outside an empty building

unable to get it running decided to take a tour

of this place wanted to know more.

 

The car had overheated it had happened before

and somehow felt compelled to walk

as if guided down a pathway to a large garden

the rear of the large house

where he had parked then entered the gate

not for a moment did he hesitate!

 

For some reason the house seemed so familiar

and at the window a woman waved

then as he neared the glass doors opened wide

and she came out to greet him

soon was in her arms then went happily inside

but why became mystified?

 

The smell of perfume soft sweet intoxicating

it did not feel like his own life

but captured in a long passed scene replaying

yet the passion and love real

suddenly everything changed to a deep sadness

the house now a total mess!

 

Another vision saw the lady hanging from a beam

taking her down and holding

the limp body he gently held within his arms tight

tears he shed pain so deep

darkness filled his mind finding himself all alone

on the grass outside prone!

 

Nobody was anywhere in sight now on his feet

made the return walk to his car

that dizziness soon cleared sat back in the seat

put the key in the ignition

started first turn had to take another glance

had he relieved a lost romance?

 

From the window she watched him go!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Under The Bed!

She was alone in the flat and for some reason

watched a late night horror movie

and became engrossed even though scared

hiding her eyes from some scenes

her flat mate was away for the whole weekend

unable to go out no money to spend.

 

The last scene showed the girl being grabbed

then dragged under the bed

switching the television off getting a drink

nervously from the kitchen

then into the bathroom entering frightened

her tension heightened!

 

An image in the small mirror made her scream

realised it was just herself

a noise made the girl stop and intently listen

everything seemed to be still

now annoyed thinking this is silly got into bed

on the pillow rested her head.

 

It took a long time to even doze she was on edge

unable to get warm restless

soon wide awake again thought she heard a door

bang maybe it was outside

too afraid to come from beneath the thick duvet

maybe the fear would go away!

 

The clock radio came on she had not set any alarm

the loud buzz annoyed her

reaching out to turn it off felt something on her arm

recoiling at speed shivered

it was wet and sticky and there was a nasty smell

making her feel sick as well!

 

What was happening she had lived here for a year

it had always been uneventful

from under the bed heard a voice and a pushing

quickly turned the lamp on

it stopped reluctantly sitting up nothing stirred

being like this was absurd!

 

Not able to settle looked at her arm it was red

the odour even stronger now

standing knew she had to peek under the bed

as she did came face to face

with her best friends lifeless body laying there

congealed blood in hair!

 

Reeling back in terror screaming ran into the hall

had left with the new boyfriend

heard the door close  she was having a shower

searched for the mobile phone

sure it was on the coffee table not there anymore

had to get out the front door!

 

Headed for the door from a closet a masked figure

lunged at her with a knife

the pain as the blade tore her flesh the adrenaline

surged through her petite body

managing to yank the door open into the corridor

running like a fleeing warrior!

 

Pursued by a crazed hooded attacker almost falling

down the long flight of stairs

leading to the lobby yet nobody seemed to be about

the deep wound in her arm

leaving a trail of blood as she reached the entrance

the thick glass panels a hindrance!

 

But at that moment a couple were just coming in

she squeezed by and into the street

where a police car came into view she ran at it

just as the knife fiend caught her

raising up for the fatal blow the policeman fired

hitting him he should have expired!

 

Yet for only a second jolted back than sped away

disappearing into the darkness

before another shot was able to hit this beast

the girl lay exhausted and bleeding

whatever it was had left no evidence nor a trail

but to kill her this thing did fail!

 

Would he come back for her to complete his task

was it human this thing in hooded Masque?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Scent!

That sweet alluring scent made him turn

as she walked closely by

long fair hair glinting in the early light

just catching a glimpse

but the exhilarating smell lingered on

for her he did so long!

 

Could not lose the smell absorbed within

an image of flowing hair

intrigued to know what her image could be

frustrating his manly urges

just a glimpse but their auras had touched

why did he like her so much?

 

With an ever rapidly growing intensity he saw

an image with snarling teeth

in his decreasing waking and sleeping spells

the same form repeating

yet always the smell of that addictive perfume

his whole being did consume!

 

For an endless time had this pursuing torment

oblivious to any reality

afraid of another visitation of growing intensity

unable to grasp the cause

or comprehend the link between that meeting

and scent as his life was retreating!

 

With a jolt he opened his now heavy eyelids

his first sense to return smell

a blond woman by his side the scent strong

smiling and holding his hand

the one so sure that filled his every thought

no more to be sought!

 

She told him they were  married his new wife

but it did not ring true

the scent overpowering he felt blissfully calm

maybe this was his life

without actual proof  this existence was real

yet had a pleasant feel!

 

In truth he was in a deep coma after being hit

by the woman drunk driver

his last conscious moment was her expression

the blond hair of the paramedic

the scent recently put on was him at the scene

the injuries worst they had seen!

 

Now forever in his virtual perfect world Locked!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

Mary!

The elderly man was lonely since his wife had died

he would not accept help had his pride.

Not an easy life and a soldier in the last world war

but nobody seemed to care any more.

What he did for his king and country just history

his life was in the past to most a mystery!

 

Finding it difficult without Mary to face each day

his depression would not go away.

Two grown up children they never came to call

not since Mary had died after the fall.

Living in the same house for nearly fifty-two years

they were so happy now shed only tears.

 

He lost the will to live so Ben fell into endless sleep

no longer for that burden to keep.

Twelve months later neighbours reported a smell

lingering where from they could not tell.

There were a  few relatives that could be found

when he was buried in the ground!

 

But Ben was now by his wife’s side once again.

 

At least she loved him and cared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.