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.

 

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Decay!

There was that distinct smell of flesh decay

as the senior detective entered

the large and disused shipping warehouse

a small digger was excavating

a large deep hole in a nearby corner laid

three bodies were displayed!

 

When he started it was pick axes and shovels

the rookies did the digging

still it was progress no backache or blisters

the team had already arrived

he watched as another corpse was placed

noticing there was no face!

 

It seems as well none had any hands or feet

the odd aspect of the case

they had the killer to them had confessed

paid to dispose of evidence

his task to leave no means of recognition

or he would be in their position!

 

But he had come to them highly stressed

petrified and eager to talk

what he told them next sounded  insane

blurting out they were here

those he murdered he could see each one

his life he knew was done!

 

He had heard many confessions and stories

could distinguish the crazies

but this guy was plain scared out of his mind

said they were surrounding him

had to get them to be buried on holy ground

nobody else heard any sound!

 

Shaking and sweating gave them thirty names

it did get cold as we talk

put it down to my over worked imagination

but he was a spooky guy

the longer being with him I felt the presence

my misgivings rose to intense!

 

Suddenly it became silent he took a breath

his eyes bulged he turned blue

it was though something was strangling him

yet nothing was there to do it

in the two way glass sure he saw a reflection

there was a psychic connection!

 

It took a five minutes to absorb the bizarre scene

that is how he ended in this dump

finding every noise made him flinch wondering

if there were ghosts watching

surely not but the families could now get closure

it was hard keeping his composure!

 

Maybe this ageing detective was not a sceptic after all

had to get away from the decay to make a call!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

The Ageing Prison!

In the ageing prison it was alleged by inmates

ghosts haunted within its walls!

prisoners found hanged or by other injuries

often discovered by staff

yet the governor ignored it until guards died

their cause of deaths lied!

 

Would not admit a spirits hand was the culprit

as no foul play was found

there had been plans to close the ageing prison

these were brought forward

dissention and bad publicity accelerated closure

far too much exposure!

 

In but a mere eight weeks the prison was abandoned

shuttered and left to rot

nothing resolved too many questions unanswered

inexplicable still reported

from local residents and passers-by on a regular basis

even telling of seeing faces!

 

Fifteen years on a film crew approached the owners

keen to use it for a film

its theme was to be of a paranormal horror genre

at first there was opposition

until the generous  financial rewards were declared

soon an agreement was prepared!

 

Cast and crew on a Monday morning while still dark

unaware of what had occurred

no studio sets required this was the one location

and had the perfect atmosphere

after frantic preparations now ready for first take

soon realising it was a bad mistake!

 

Through the viewfinder blurry shapes were seen

as the temperature rapidly fell

gates clattered from the distance and shouting

making it impossible to shoot

then a huge arc light crashed to the prison floor

but there would be much more!

 

The actors stood frozen unsure what to do next

this was not in the script

director and technical crew ran over to assist

making sure nobody was hurt

the atmosphere now tense an extra fainted

a prop fell only just painted!

 

Everyone just wanted to leave get out alive

they really felt in danger

set up in the huge still furnished dinning hall

it seemed crowded there

clattering and talking came from every side

there was nowhere to hide!

 

Realising they could not continue the shoot

how could they get out

was the question asked by those present

leaving their equipment

retrieving that a future problem to be solved

their exit had to be resolved!

 

Retracing the way they had entered that morning

approaching the main door

it slammed shut with a loud bang yet no drafts

footsteps and clanking keys

were coming ever nearer yet nothing was seen

this scenario none had foreseen!

 

Pounding in total panic on the thick metal door

as  something came closer

the women screamed the men shouted aloud

as the door opened slowly

by the security guard on his routine patrol

who got more than his usual stroll!

 

Gathering by their vehicles shaking and shocked

contemplating what had happened

decided for now to retreat and find out more

of had gone on here before

not put off the director was more fascinated

and another idea he debated!

 

He had to get the equipment from inside but was it wise

to go back into this ageing prison!

 

The Foureyed Poet.