Haunted Inn

 

This my tale, which I impart with insight.

It's hard to describe the horrors of that night,

but I shall endeavour to be accurate and true,

though the mists of time often cause threads to undo.

I had a fright, a scare that took my breath,

upon the moors I had a brush with death.

The fog was swirling,

the wind bitter, biting and whirling.

 

It was a night like any other,

we were travelling under cover

of a blanket of stars.

Before too long

a dark mist enshrouded the car.

 

The journey long and hard,

we were parched.

So, we stopped for some liquid reward.

A few beverages to lift the spirits,

the mist had drained our wits.

It took a toll on your mind

being blind on a road full of bends.

So, we stopped before we hit a dead end.

 

Started with a few beers,

my eyes bleary

the seat had me in its grips.

The cold glass in my mitts, I sipped.

Fire roaring a vengeful flame.

Angry sparks ignite

then simmer down again.

Shimmering in the chimney flume,

I was unaware of how close

I sat to my doom.

 

I just wanted to rest,

close my eyes for a short span

but alas the pub had other plans.

The spirits had us cornered,

they saw us coming

and put on a show.

Ghostly echoes below timber roof,

in truth a few drinks had been sunk

and my vision wasn't quite on point.

But the spectral image in front of me

was floating about a foot off the ground,

the others just blurred around.

I wanted to scream in fright,

but something had stolen the sound,

gripping my larynx tight.

 

I ran for the door, and the next thing I saw

wide open moors,

Well, I would have seen them, if it wasn't so foggy

and if my eyes weren't so groggy.

But alone I stood all cold and scared,

when a man approached.

All dressed in black, into my space he encroached.

He spoke, in hushed tones,

in a single word, he scared me to my bones.

'Leave'

Well, I wasn't about to stay,

I'd say I ran,

but it was more that I scrabbled away.

 

Nowhere to turn,

the fires burned at the pub in the distance

but the ghosts had made it clear

I wasn't welcome to share a coexistence.

I couldn't stay here, the man in black was gaining ground

and if his fingers touched me now

I'd be frozen in time.

So, I just kept running,

until the sun arose,

miles away, in wet, cold clothes.

I jumped on the next bus out.

Never looked back.

 

Of my companion on that journey,

there was never a word,

just vanished from the face of the earth.

It was like no-one even knew they existed.

But I knew,

that sadly the ghosts of that place

had gotten their taste,

and of my friend,

there would be no trace.

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle