The Occupant!

The house was drab with a ghoulish feel

the occupant invited her in

a rather frail lady using a walking stick

she was nervous being new

should have support from a senior nurse

but alone would have to converse!

 

who had been taken ill at very short notice

the patient had just come back

from convalescent home living here alone

the duty of the district nurse

was to check dressings and complications

including well-being of patients!

 

Though looked quite well was rather creepy

imagining her as a witch

that thought was not helped as a black cat

strolled into the large room

wanting to get on tried to see the dressing

but now had begun stressing!

 

What a first case to have been assigned to do

the room was extremely dingy

curtains were closed her anxiety was high

eventually the task completed

cleared up and was prepared for an exit

when the lady said why not sit?

 

Offered to make the nurse a tea or coffee

for showing such kindness

shaking just wanting to run then the clock

chimed loudly she jumped

making excuses turned to run and tripped

over the cat her head clipped!

 

Got up a trickle of blood from a small wound

ran down her now pale face

a little dizzy managed to leave glancing back

the elderly woman stood

staring out in her arms the dreaded cat

the enthusiasm had gone flat!

 

Walked away out of sight back to the car

blood dripped on the uniform

decided it best to return to the surgery

but then lost consciousness

awoke by her loud mobile phone tone

very cold and still alone!

 

A fellow nurse rang to see if she was alright

said no need visit the patient

whose address she had minutes ago left

until she saw the time

on the large man’s wristwatch she wore

it was now twelve forty-four!

 

She had been here over two hours asleep

not thinking it was the fall

her friend said the old lady had died

last evening at home

trying very hard not to scream aloud

in her hands head bowed!

 

What had she seen it was so surreal

in her interior mirror saw

the wound and track of dried blood

how her head throbbed

there was nobody at all in the street

sat firmly in the car seat!

 

Petrified called her boyfriend to come!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

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Under The Bed!

She was alone in the flat and for some reason

watched a late night horror movie

and became engrossed even though scared

hiding her eyes from some scenes

her flat mate was away for the whole weekend

unable to go out no money to spend.

 

The last scene showed the girl being grabbed

then dragged under the bed

switching the television off getting a drink

nervously from the kitchen

then into the bathroom entering frightened

her tension heightened!

 

An image in the small mirror made her scream

realised it was just herself

a noise made the girl stop and intently listen

everything seemed to be still

now annoyed thinking this is silly got into bed

on the pillow rested her head.

 

It took a long time to even doze she was on edge

unable to get warm restless

soon wide awake again thought she heard a door

bang maybe it was outside

too afraid to come from beneath the thick duvet

maybe the fear would go away!

 

The clock radio came on she had not set any alarm

the loud buzz annoyed her

reaching out to turn it off felt something on her arm

recoiling at speed shivered

it was wet and sticky and there was a nasty smell

making her feel sick as well!

 

What was happening she had lived here for a year

it had always been uneventful

from under the bed heard a voice and a pushing

quickly turned the lamp on

it stopped reluctantly sitting up nothing stirred

being like this was absurd!

 

Not able to settle looked at her arm it was red

the odour even stronger now

standing knew she had to peek under the bed

as she did came face to face

with her best friends lifeless body laying there

congealed blood in hair!

 

Reeling back in terror screaming ran into the hall

had left with the new boyfriend

heard the door close  she was having a shower

searched for the mobile phone

sure it was on the coffee table not there anymore

had to get out the front door!

 

Headed for the door from a closet a masked figure

lunged at her with a knife

the pain as the blade tore her flesh the adrenaline

surged through her petite body

managing to yank the door open into the corridor

running like a fleeing warrior!

 

Pursued by a crazed hooded attacker almost falling

down the long flight of stairs

leading to the lobby yet nobody seemed to be about

the deep wound in her arm

leaving a trail of blood as she reached the entrance

the thick glass panels a hindrance!

 

But at that moment a couple were just coming in

she squeezed by and into the street

where a police car came into view she ran at it

just as the knife fiend caught her

raising up for the fatal blow the policeman fired

hitting him he should have expired!

 

Yet for only a second jolted back than sped away

disappearing into the darkness

before another shot was able to hit this beast

the girl lay exhausted and bleeding

whatever it was had left no evidence nor a trail

but to kill her this thing did fail!

 

Would he come back for her to complete his task

was it human this thing in hooded Masque?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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