Illegal Race!

The engine purred it was highly tuned

pristine so shiny the red beast

along side a green car with tinted glass

both poised on the open road

a girl stood holding red handkerchief

jumping with such excitement

hundreds there shouting making a din

ready for the illegal race to begin!

 

As her arm dropped with a sharp thrust

engines roared wheels spinning

smell of burnt rubber soon out of sight

speeds now exceeded a ton

down the public highway eyes fixated

the law these speeders hated!

 

Their paths blocked as they approached

passing pedestrians scattered

too often other motorists compromised

by adrenaline pumping youth

risking their lives and others for the thrill

lacking common sense and skill!

 

After night falls on any long straight roads

teenage racers will gather

to break the law to show off and display

their customized chariots

for them no rules just drive like bloody hell

boasting videos and stories to tell!

 

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Simply!

The bottle simply fell off the high shelf

as the barmaid poured a drink

this was in the lounge bar of a hotel

grade one listed building

with a history of phenomena reported

and stories of love thwarted!

 

Much had been proved to be natural

sounds created by the wood

creaking expanding and contracting

drafts from old windows

letting cold air chill the weary visitor

who had not been here before!

 

To those staff who had been here awhile

they had got more use to it

though parts of the hotel were off limit

they were scared to enter

shadows and sensations of dread within

tested their professional discipline!

 

An ancient coaching inn with a dark past

extended over the centuries

main route to London saw highwaymen

regularly robbing stage coaches

villains often hanged passengers killed

to those near the bones it chilled!

 

Items thrown or going missing routine

but the recording was proof

an entity roamed the bars and corridors

blurry but it looked like a female

in flowing dress came into view gliding

for them the proof providing!

 

Also seen in the upper bedrooms area

others had said they had seen

bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree

in the cobbled courtyard

so many hidden secrets still to be told

gruesome terrors to behold!

 

The inn drew the curios and series investigator

amateur and professional facilitator!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Renovations!

Once the renovations had been completed

the owner was not sure

with a history of death and devil worship

took a long time gazing

from a derelict sanatorium to smart motel

sensed it would not turn out well!

 

Warned by a group who investigated the place

said they had psychic abilities

it was not a good place to stir up the spirits

ignored their advice proceeded

many builders had gone because they said

it had filled them with dread!

 

Entered through the front door to greet staff

there with his wife by reception

due to open in another week yet were aware

of the stories of hauntings

he was uneasy as some would not come in

for any interview to even begin!

 

As they stood talking  a door shut behind them

nobody spoke their eyes met

assumed it was a builder in the small office

checking found nobody inside

knew they had to try and overcome their fear

from what maybe in here!

 

His wife stayed at reception with trepidation

he had to check the boiler room

while the two maids went to the upper floor

putting any ghostly thoughts aside

soon reaching the bottom of the narrow stairs

had the urge to say his prayers!

 

The light did not work thought he heard a sigh

in the blackness felt engulfed

fumbling to find a way back up was pushed hard

hitting the concrete step

pain and dizziness overcame him now crawling

heard his wife calling!

 

Who came running to his aid he could not move

as if being held by his legs

it became bright the light now it worked fine

shocked seeing him distressed

helping him out of his place of traumatic torment

that now left him to lament!

 

In the bedrooms neither maid had heard anything

preparing the beds for the guests

the young girl who was still at college was singing

when the closet door opened

she closed it and carried on but was open again

her composure was hard to maintain!

 

When the linen on her trolley flew in all directions

decided it was time to leave

the other maid heard her running past her room

but to busy cleaning bathroom

pleased the bath and sink were both gleaming

proud her face beaming!

 

Until she saw the girl behind her swung around

to find herself  there alone

without hesitation was running screaming loudly

soon the four found themselves

stood outside holding each other now disturbed

at what they felt seen and heard!

 

None wanted to enter knowing they were not alone

they called the investigators

realising what they had told been them was true

even on a warm day it was cold

to allow any customer within needed their support

if evil they had to thwart!

 

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Large Black Eyes!

Stories have been told for many decades

that have increased in intensity

creating terror for those it has touched

instilling a dread none will forget

one incident happened on a Halloween

the fear could not be foreseen!

 

Around ten in the evening the dog barked

running about in a crazy manner

she was otherwise alone on this night

heard a faint tap on the front door

feeling uncertain walked down the hall

heard a child’s faint voice call!

 

There were no children living in the house

just herself with the agitated dog

her husband had left to work a night shift

through the frosted glass

two small silhouettes were visible there

of her own anxiety was aware!

 

The voice called again please may we come in

she thought it late for children

to be on their own replied what do you want

her hand shook opening the door

looked down saw two poorly dressed children

one about twelve the other under ten!

 

The barking continued as an unpleasant odour

made her feel suddenly nauseous

the older child stepped forward into clear view

illuminated by the hall light

making her move back strangely was afraid

their presence a threat conveyed!

 

Holding the door tightly so neither could enter

then they lifted their heads together

holding back a scream shocked at what she saw

their eyes were large and black

two pale skinned faces that seemed stretched

on them something inhuman etched!

 

Slammed the door and put on the safety change

added go away you cannot come in

what seemed like hours they stood on the porch

but eventually walked away

went to the bay window with its clear street view

they were nowhere insight terror grew!

 

Sat freezing on the carpet for the remaining night

a frightened pet huddled close and tight!

 

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The Golf Course!

The now derelict hospital had a foreboding look

spread over many acres of land, Located

with a dark history and countless mortality rate

proven cases of experiments done

and the inevitable reported sightings of the dead

and a building not to tread!

 

But adjacent in contrast to the medical institution

was a magnificent golf complex

when old records were checked it was discovered

under the perfectly mown grass

the hospitals grave yard had once been located

causing the whole course to be fated!

 

With the never ending stories and recorded proof

provided by visitors on the tours

and highly respected paranormal organisations

who were permitted to investigate

this discovery was a vast new area for research

even remains of a derelict church!

 

The history of this once house of godly worship

was nowhere to be found in records

yet talking to the dedicated golfers it was hard

to build factual evidence of hauntings

bones had been unearthed even during mowing

as slowly the experiences began flowing!

 

One group knew they had to explore the grounds

it had not been investigated before

permission was granted from the golf club owners

soon they were standing ready

in front total darkness an uninviting emptiness

sensing the foreboding nastiness!

 

Keeping together walked onto the empty golf course

immediately hearing awful cries

in the distance checked with security making sure

the site was not contaminated

by others wandering around though it was isolated

in vast areas noise would be oscillated!

 

The replies back confirmed it was none of them

but they too had heard sounds

with evidence already mounting made their way

to the ruins site to set up base

approaching moving lights blinked rising high

and feelings of somebody walking by!

 

On reaching the location there were no lights

yet an object was viciously thrown

what it was could not be found in the grass

digital recorders were set up ready

to pick up any electronic voice phenomena

that may well there occur!

 

The group consisted of seven members present

one bravely or foolishly offered

to stay and monitor cameras put at hot spots

splitting into two  segments

the hunt began to explore the creepy landscape

with spirits contact could they make?

 

With torches infra-red and thermal imaging cameras

methodically scoured the lush greens

darkness seemed to almost drown them like water

as shapes akin to humans  appeared

for split seconds then evaporating into wispy vapours

instantly to the eye becoming no more!

 

On the thermal cameras the same forms were clear

adding to the mounting evidence

that unsettled sensation never left any of them

during the night spent probing

sounds and movement that could not be explained

harder for discipline to be maintained!

 

As dawn approached they were glad to be leaving

quickly packing equipment away

that last long gaze with the mist in dawn sunlight

giving a supernatural portrait

all with lasting memories of their involvement

each inside feeling content!

 

But were they prepared for what they would find

as the evidence was viewed and defined?

 

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Reported!

It had been reported the battlefields were haunted

even video and voice recordings

captured for everyone to listen to and actually see

here many had met a violent demise

were thousands in mass graves still together lay

from the civil war to this day!

 

Drawn by the immense scale of an awful conflict

fellow countrymen on opposite sides

intent on inflicting mass slaughter in a civil war

could their restless spirits fight on

to the present time those traumas ever replayed

the orders still being obeyed!

 

The area vast people drawn with morbid interest

wanting to explore the scene

some maybe have psychic abilities most do not

yet all sense something is here

soldiers seen moving covertly through the bracken

yet nothing there when tracking!

 

Some are videoed giving evidence to be shown

physical contact to reported

pushed and hit yet nobody was visible to the eye

some even in a battle scenario

re-living an event that upon this ground occurred

cannon and rifle fire also heard!

 

The vast array of what is called paranormal evidence

continuous to confound the experts

those who admit they do not believe cannot explain

this lingering oppressive atmosphere

hanging over land where more than fifty Thousand died

their stories forever denied!

 

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The Tunnel!

A few foundation stones and a railway tunnel

leading to the once thriving town

was all that remained of this lost community

then the mine was working

floods and torrential rain had taken that away

they perished in mud and clay!

 

Woodlands had grown over where families lived

the tunnel was all that survived

yet something lingered within the dank interior

where few ventured to come

except those intrigued by the recurring events

so frightening and intense!

 

In the tunnel the investigators walked through

every step enhanced ten fold

those stories they listened to and read about

the murder that had occurred

the train derailing passing through the tunnel

acting for the floods like a funnel!

 

A man struck from behind and fell from above

on land towering over the entrance

in the chaos nobody ever caught for the crime

it was said the place was cursed

always thought was a victim of the derailment

until to the police it was sent!

 

An Anonymous letter admitting guilt never traced

this added more to the mystery

how much fact or fiction they hoped to unravel

this during their short stay

the wind whistled through a sound like a stone

from above them was thrown!

 

The two prepared for the long nights investigation

cameras set in strategic positions

one stayed in the tunnel the other roamed woods

where many were swept away

thinking a figure would jump from behind a tree

as lights nearby she could see!

 

But arriving at the scene nothing was visibly there

except some kind of animal tracks

rustling from behind her became more intense

like the patter of small feet

another moving light that resembled staring eyes

was that a baby’s cries?

 

Unable to stay there any longer headed for base

intent on watching the pictures

being received on screens connected to these six

on the one by the tunnel entrance

she saw a shadow pass on the wall directly ahead

her partner actually saw it too

walking in the tunnel  nobody was perceived

being excited and relieved!

 

He thought he heard the pleading cry of a child

before arriving at their base

but that never ending wind still spiralled through

so much evidence to review

packing up the equipment both pleased to leave

a presence they could not conceive!

 

Driving away in the rear view mirror saw a mist rise

the tunnel seemed to disappear

shapes mingled in the dark grey swirl possibly debris

passing the faded town sign post

just as the welcoming hazy sunlight began to show

the thoughts of the night began to grow!

 

They were not alone an unseen entity had joined them!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Witch!

The four friends decided to stay in the forest

they’d heard was haunted!

By the ancient spirit it was said of a witch

who would take their souls.

Anyone daring to enter her wooded lair

the old man happily did declare!

 

A run down cottage on the forests boundary

the wrinkled old man sat.

Willing for money to tell you any stories

of those never seen again.

Rituals in the dead of night echoing screams

and blood in the local streams!

 

But added with a warning not wise to enter

it made him feel better.

Of course knew they would take no notice

falling asleep in his chair.

Carrying camping gear they walked slowly

as trees became more lowly!

 

Ahead they could see an open bare patch

nearby pitching their tent.

Darkness fell they had to quickly prepare

and start their adventure.

Into the surrounding woods and explore

the legends to find out more!

 

A high-pitched screeching was very clear

at first not perturbed.

Intently searching using powerful torches

and camcorders for evidence.

Approaching sounds like voices chanting

or animals deeply panting.

 

Staying in one group safety in numbers

their train of thought.

But suddenly one of the boys was taken

dragged into the trees!

His cries quickly fading into emptiness

now emotional coldness!

 

The three remaining were being compelled

towards that clearing.

Crackling of a fire preceded the rising flames

the witch watched them enter.

Once more the forest was empty and dark

nor living things it was stark!

 

The old man awoke knowing the teenagers

would never return!

 

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Reminisce!

Often I reminisce at that decision when young

but it was you who left.

Even to this day remember that kiss goodbye

that ruled our progress.

Realising from then it had always been  you

the one I loved true.

 

Then nothing was taken seriously life was fun

searching our destinies.

Loving someone to us stories and weepy films

and the freedom to roam.

But when maturity sets in you see what’s lost

regretting the personal cost.

 

Years I searched for the girl I simply let go

that took losing to know.

By chance on a social sight I saw your face

could our past be fulfilled?

Enjoying those years that should have been

if only we had foreseen.

 

Here now with a bouquet of flowers to give

standing by your grave.

The reunion had come for us just too late

by you I kneel and remember.

That gentle person warm bubbly and sweet

your kiss and smile until we meet.

 

The sun was shinning and you were there

my precious lady my tears I share!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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