The Club!

The club was built on a slaughter-house site

where death was embedded

in eighteen twenty-one the hauntings began

soon as the wooden structure

opened for business visitors felt the chill

many became violently ill!


Voices were heard flies often filled the air

nobody understood why

did tainted blood washed down the well

on the ancient burial ground

cause the disturbances in the night spot

did it cause a man to be shot?


Before long more murders took place inside

some put down to drink

others were not se easy to find the reasons

in the twenties booze was band

in america prohibition was being enforced

by the feds strictly endorsed!


Violence escalated as gangsters profits grew

those opposing disappeared

eventually it was forced to close left empty

used by squatters and worse

devil worshippers found it ideal for rituals

breaking every holy rule!


It remained like this until the nineteen eighties

when a musician a venue

refitted it to his own country music design

the first manager it was said

became possessed by an entity in torment died

sinister shadows roamed inside!


Female screams often chilled many party goers

flying glasses and furniture

that moved without any human intervention

began to give the establishment

the wrong publicity the owner and staff wanted

soon with ghost hunters confronted!


Now to this day paranormal groups are certain

the activity is credibly real

has not diminished within spirits and demons

are there resident inside

one of the most haunted dwellings it is said

that fills most visitors with dread!


The Foureyed Poet.






The Empty House!

The police were called by scared neighbours

because of the empty house.

After hearing odd sounds and movements

it had been empty for years!

There had been a history a woman had died

foul play had been denied!


Not the known sounds of squatters and vandals

it was more sinister!

Effecting every soul living near the property

each feeling the danger!

An oppressive mood engulfed the entire street

even the policeman on his beat!


His stomach churned being afraid to go near

baffled at this development.

Pounding this patch for a long time recalling

the nice couple no kids.

Had not lived there in the house very long

never finding anything wrong.


It had been boarded up to stop any breakings!

reluctantly he had to check.

The front was tightly locked no entry here

there was a noise from inside.

Another officer joined him to go to the rear

approaching a voice  they did hear!


Running up the path thinking someone was there

finding it dark and silent!

The council arrived to remove the shutters

it was the moment to enter!

An awful smell made the two feel very sick

there was a mist so very thick!


A piece of a floorboard hit the policeman’s arm

reeling around nothing was there!

The mist moved very slowly gradually sinking

to about a foot off the floor.

a shape seemed to rise it was a young female

then faded there was a loud wail!


The second officer ran in terror from the house

leaving the beat copper alone!

Putting his torch on he could see broken wood

knowing it was time for forensics!

A body lay beneath his feet without doubt

a detailed search would find out!


Why had this secret been given up after so long

that question was never found.

Neither was the identification of the body

the police left baffled!

The empty house has continuing activity inside

how many more deaths does it hide?


The Foureyd Poet.

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