Deserted!

The reporter was reluctant to enter the building

where a young woman was killed

during an investigation of the derelict property

from a news television station

had been tasked with following up the awful event

for a prime time news segment!

 

Silhouetted behind her was the derelict structure

the camera zoomed in exposing it

as the lone figure could be seen to be petrified

smiling as only a professional can

talking with faltered steps drew closer to the abyss

wishing this task she could miss!

 

One other with her a cameraman their satellite truck

was parked some distance away

cost cutting meant no engineer was not standing by

the paranormal team were late

so under instruction proceeded into the blackness

surely this was madness!

 

The only light provided by the camera’s bright beam

followed their journey down

dust filled the air soon they entered the very room

where it was alleged the girl died

several doorless entrances seemed like an eerie void

or had it made them paranoid?

 

Broken masonry and glass crunched under their feet

as they shuffled around the room

first a deep moan is picked up on the mike they hear

terror is clearly etched on her face

as the camera picks out a shape but on another sweep

nothing there composure hard to keep!

 

As a voice is heard the reporter smiles calls to somebody

telling the audience of the late arrival

but before this person can make it down to give support

there is a long growl and the girl stares

directly at the camera letting out a scream the feed lost

as the cameraman she did accost!

 

He went on filming as she then pushed by falling down

hitting her head with bleeding wound

lay mumbling with eyes open wide and dribbling

as if possessed the paranormal member

came and helped get her outside to their parked van

sorry he was late not the plan!

 

Shaking out of breath the camera operator rewound

the video tape to the frame

where the newscaster freaked ending up collapsed

shocked to see in a wall mirror

a devil figure glaring back horns and flaming eyes

staring the image him did mesmerize!

 

Never felt so unclean or fear for himself and colleague

with whom also was in a relationship

leaving the investigator to look after Julie drove away

at speed to get to the medical center

with the uncomfortable sensation the evil had come to

a coldness within the van grew!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Narrow Lane!

Even as a young child the narrow lane

was a place of  fear!

I’m never at ease when I come back

and travel the route.

Nothing has changed that I can tell

a path to a dark spell!

 

My parents farm is situated at the end

called hangman’s noose!

Which made me curious why this name

had always been used.

Often I’d seen a young woman walking

but faded as I tried talking!

 

My friends had seen her to and reluctant

to tread that path again!

None of the locals ventured along there

the superstition ran deep!

Strangers often took the wrong turning

tyre rubber soon burning!

 

Though not all got safely back on track

some swerved and crashed.

Into an old tree halfway along the lane

none of them survived!

Stories written of malevolent forces

told to me by reliable sources!

 

Never in my memory did I ever feel alone

going down the narrow lane!

Oppressive and barren voices in the breeze

my parents still live there.

They knew more of its past than they’d say

our ancestors under the lane lay!

 

My father only said for sinful deeds they’d done!

this will be your curse to son!

 

What these were the answers I’ve yet to discover!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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