Arrived at the station late on a winter’s night
from the platform saw the train go.
As it disappeared into the railway tunnel
on the down line to the city.
No sound except for a rising bitter wind
to be on it my hopes were pinned.
Not prone to be scared but uncomfortable
every noise put me on alert!
It was an unmanned station and I was alone
with no cell phone signal.
Unable to tell a soul that I’d missed the train
as it started to pour with rain.
The external lamps began to swing with force
creating many darting shadows!
I could hear footsteps on the empty platform
then realised I was pacing.
As that dread of the unknown within grew
stuck until the next train was due!
At this point I was sure somebody was nearby
an outline of a figure was clear!
But it was nothing just a swinging door
to the waiting room I went in.
Inside closing it shut light here was poor
paper blown in on the floor.
I started talking aloud then saw in the corner
a small girl and I guessed her mother!
Who I hadn’t noticed when I entered the room
taken by surprise I said ‘Hello’.
The lady smiled and spoke quietly back
yet emotion her voice did lack!
They seemed nice and we chatted for a while
their clothes looked an odd style!
Eventually fell asleep when I woke they’d gone
it was daylight outside.
The clock on the wall read six and was very cold
onto the platform I strolled.
I consciously glanced for the two I met in the night
but they were not in sight!
At that moment my thoughts were on leaving
as the early train came in!
Nobody else got on board that I could relay
only later did I replay!
Shuddering at the implication they weren’t real
ghosts the image didn’t appeal!
Looking as solid as me having a conversation
thinking this once I’d left.
Though now I shall never really find out
always having a nagging doubt!
What did I experience that cold winter’s night?
The Foureyed Poet.
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