The Location!

The location manager from the film company

had been tasked to find a property

and she did in a lonely part of the countryside

which fitted the requirements

uninhabited for years built-in its own grounds

no worry about modern day sounds!

 

Needed for the main set in a television movie

about a serial killers life

just another job finding what they needed

proud of her search skills

satisfied when she fulfilled her part of the plan

and the producer a happy man!

 

The day arrived for the crew to prepare the set

noticing how spacious and isolated

with the stark foreboding house in their sight

but with too much to prepare

got on with the lighting and dressing the set

a deadline for them had to be met!

 

Director and assistants were touring the building

even then while setting up

everybody was jittery and equipment was moved

or damaged inexplicably

experienced technicians were becoming bewildered

as a presence now stirred!

 

The large house was  to be the killers own home

where the murders occurred

it was ideal setting with the drab oppressive feel

what none of them had been told

in bizarre circumstances five people had died here

this fact was not made clear!

 

Actors were brought from make up for rehearsal

it started well until action call

the sound crackled and screaming was recorded

as the main lighting lamp exploded

showering them with hot glass creating a mess

and unbelievable stress!

 

It was only by luck everybody was only shaken

not a single person hurt

as they checked to see if it action had been caught

on the monitors in another room

by the two actors a woman came into the shot

now baffled at what they got!

 

She was certainly not seen by anyone at the time

the building was evacuated

security did a sweep to see if there were intruders

at the bottom of the stairs

heard a thud and cry as if somebody had tumbled

and at the feet were crumbled!

 

Nothing was there though a dark stain appeared

outside the director paced

urgently considering what was their next move

contacting the film’s producer

at that moment from an upper window they saw

a person each felt dread and awe!

 

This was short lived as the window smashed

and a figure hurtled to the ground

it was real one of the crew lay at their feet

assuming everyone was out

in the panic a full head count was not done

not realising a missing one!

 

The film crew had never felt so close before

there was nothing else to do

but cancel the shoot and get away from here

the county authorities called

in tears and shock retreated to the canteen tent

their colleague to lament!

 

From a far as they could be looked at the mansion

a cover now over the body

here for less than a day and filming now stopped

yet already in the director’s mind

this would make a great movie on another day

for now in his mind the idea must stay!

 

A year later the film of a serial killer was completed

becoming a financial success

but the director had himself written another script

researching the horror residence

intending to return it had to be made convincing

any misgivings dismissing!

 

He returned with a new crew and a paranormal team

this time the experience was far more extreme!

 

But that is another story to tell! Did it end well?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Empty Carriage!

With only minutes to spare to catch the train

she boarded the empty carriage.

Thought it odd hearing a door open and close

nobody was on the platform!

Before sitting checked to see who had got on

nervous as the journey was long!

 

Nobody boarded assumed they’d gone else where

so relaxed to take a knapp.

The warmth rhythm and motion made her doze

waking as her seat was pushed!

Thinking somebody was behind her was annoying

as sleep she had been enjoying.

 

When it happened once again got up to complain

but the seat was empty.

This the young woman certainly wasn’t expecting

and was still on her own!

Now that sensation of impending doom dawned

what evil here was spawned?

 

The sliding doors at one end opened and closed

then soon after at the other!

But no visible soul entered the empty carriage

as she lost her balance.

Falling hitting her head with a glancing blow

that happened very slow!

 

It was though a person had cushioned her fall

sitting dazed saw a reflection.

That looked like a man standing by her side

but nothing was there!

Afraid to move again stayed firmly in her seat

until her journey was complete.

 

As soon as it stopped she ran to get off the train

not even seeing any staff.

With the urge to glance back into her carriage

she was sure somebody was there.

As it pulled out and faded into the darkness

she released her stress!

 

Now in her car she still didn’t feel alone!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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Face Against The Window!

I saw the girls face against the window pane

twisted in pure terror!

At that moment I just didn’t understand

her screams were muffled.

Approaching not knowing how to assist

blood pouring from each wrist!

 

Looking inside she had vanished from view

the place was in darkness!

Not a murmur came from within the walls

but shuddered just being there!

Approaching the door cautiously terrified

compelled to go inside.

 

The urge to powerful I had no choice but enter

a shadowy figure materialised!

Fearsome I’d never seen such a thing before

thinking it would savage me!

Yet left me quivering completely unscathed

in my own sweat bathed!

 

Finding a switch I turned on blazing lights

blood spattered every where!

Shocked like a Coward I ran back outside

from a distance I saw the girl.

Crawling out mutilated onto the pathway

if only that day I could replay!

 

Angry for not helping this damsel in need

returning to see what I could do!

The girl ripped apart by large sharp claws

looking ghastly she didn’t move!

Checking to see if she had actually died

her long nails ripped my side!

 

Got up and ran again before anybody came

home the only place I was safe.

Eventually stared into my bathroom mirror

the wound had congealed.

This was weird it was healing and no pain

in my shower refreshing rain.

 

The problems had just started I soon realised

when the moon was full!

I often recall the girls face aganist the window

and hope she was deceased!

Turning into a werewolf on each lonely night

with my teeth to tear and bite!

 

But I know she is out there and we will meet

maybe to share the fresh meat!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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