Shabby and Grey!

The hospital dated back to the Victorian era

now it looked shabby and grey

threatened many times with closing down

reduced to a minor injury unit

doors always locked soon after night fell

some thought a portal of hell!

 

Also notorious for the delivery of corpses

who had untimely deaths

in the eighteenth century there was a need

by surgeons bodies sought

prepared to pay cash without any question

by the so-called medical profession!

 

Certainly had an unwelcoming appearance

dark eerie long passages

to walk along lit spots never to go near

staff had rooms to avoid

where unexplained phenomena took place

and nobody wanted to retrace!

 

Patients were reluctant to go there or stay

being dark and oppressive

scared behind the curtains a monster hid

freezing made your skin crawl

a woman trapped one night found it true

all about this she knew!

 

Arrived just before dark shown to a cubicle

waited but nobody came

situated down a narrow corridor worried

when into darkness plunged

the curtain shook could feel it swish near

a touch and whisper did hear!

 

Got up quickly disadvantaged not able to see

who was there called out

no reply her eyes grew accustomed to the dark

pulling curtain right back

could see nobody touching the peeling wall

moved trying not to fall!

 

Just able to make out the shape of an exit door

tried hard not to panic

from behind a bang her heart missed a beat

as the amplified sound

vibrated through the air felt cold on her hand

as an object beside did land!

 

Losing her balance falling over a row of chairs

but staying on her feet

certain somebody was standing very close by

reaching for the handle

just as a streak of light passed by her head

from pale white to red!

 

Pushing the door ran through to afraid to look

now stood in the reception area

with nobody to be seen began hyperventilating

headed for the main exit

as another object thrown bounced on the floor

saw a mass towards her crawl!

 

The following day in natural light staff arrived

finding the woman sitting

against a glass panel mumbling her eyes wide

as if seeing some hideous sight

had to be restrained taken into psychiatric care

of her plight only too aware!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

Boarded Up!

The pub had been a land mark for centuries

but economic times hit hard.

Listed yet it closed as trade became poor

but a few weeks after closure.

Boarded up on the ground floor for security

hoping to make it vandal free!

 

Though it always had a history of odd events

while a popular venue.

The interior was original and still remained

from the fifteenth century.

Yet reports on going near it had an eery feel

a presence your sanity to steal!

 

A police cruiser came and stopped outside

the building seemed undisturbed.

Though the officers did walk the perimeter

being part of their patrol.

Both looked up to check the upper floor

each confirming a figure they saw!

 

Uncertain of exactly what they had witnessed

now committed to investigate.

Thinking the key to the padlock was required

approaching the entrance.

Concerned finding it open lock on the ground

they’d not heard a sound!

 

Cautiously entering to search the entire place

after deciding it was deserted.

Not a single intruder found within the walls

yet somehow didn’t feel alone.

Glad when finished made sure it was secure

not wanting to go in for more!

 

Before they left had to take another glance

again they saw an image.

Clearer resembling a woman staring down

from the same bedroom.

But as it was there soon no longer in sight

they drove into the night!

 

Dreading the report they’d have to write

logically it couldn’t be right!

 

Ghosts don’t exist! Do they?

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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The Sea Fog!

The fog over the sea was unusually dense

to the locals in the small village

that lay on the coast it was ominous

this was no natural sea fog

stories handed down told of a terrible past

of a curse on the people cast!

 

That every twenty-five years came the fog

dense and glowing it would come

when the villagers went in they vanished

as something within took them away

once more a reality not a story being told

there came a breeze so cold!

 

Two hundred families lived in the community

fishermen and their families

the same number for five hundred centuries

they were the trapped ancestors

silently villagers culled in the glowing fog

no sound not even a barking dog!

 

The legend was of the long dead coming back

in the red glowing sea fog

because of what the village ancestors had done

wrecking a ship on the rocks

to plunder and kill those still alive on board

through greed take away the hoard!

 

The few who survived swore they would return

every century to get their revenge

for all the innocent souls taken that evil night

the village was forever cursed

this was the anniversary the fifteenth of December

when this generation would remember!

 

The priest of the little church upon the steep hill

a descendant of the wreckers leader

who was the one that had researched the truth

knowing that under the wooden floor

still lay most of the stolen sailing ships haul

they would return until they had it all!

 

In the fog the long dead walked once more

anybody they met would die

but if you stayed in and ignored the knock

for them they would be well

those who opened the door would perish

no more life to cherish!

 

Alone in the old church the fog for him came

he knew what it wanted

grotesque figures trying to get in his domain

the house of his god

there the priest prepared for his passage to hell

defiantly he rang the brass bell!

 

The sea fog entered as a sword cut him down

at the time the ship hit the rocks

then slowly receded back out to the deep-sea

the bell silent the priest had been taken

for now satisfied their curse was partly fulfilled

treasure not retrieved but the priest killed!

 

The village mourned those who had gone

life there once more carried on!

 

The wife of the priest gave birth to a son!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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