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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