The Cleaning Job!

Not easy she found being without a job

had been ill for months

she was a widow with a grown up son

who left home years ago

in need of money searched employment

doing nothing was not content.

 

From a friend heard a cleaner was required

in a nursing home close by

eager to be independent paying her way

to her surprise got the job

though while there had a strange sensation

filling her with consternation!

 

Putting any jitters behind started as a domestic

working the evening shift

patients were nice especially one elderly lady

who always chatted and smiled

when vacuuming the fitted carpet on that  hall

then heard she had died after a fall

 

Making further enquiries had slipped downstairs

always before used the lift

unsettling feelings flooded back in her mind

communicating with the dead

finishing her shift heard a voice say beware

looking nobody was there!

 

Lights rapidly flickered then a chilly breeze

tracking her to the store-room

inside the door slammed with a mighty bang

in the dark room heard a growl

had the impression somebody was in there

pressure was too much to bear!

 

Panicking burst out the door headed for the exit

it felt she was being chased

now in the car park certain a man was watching

through the double glazed window

but on a second glance the shape had faded away

in that place no longer could stay!

 

Never went back to that cleaning occupation

knew it was not the end of her confrontation!

 

She was really scared!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Elderly Lady

It was such a pleasant morning in the village

as I stopped for a break.

Parking outside a quaint thatched cottage

in the garden an elderly lady sat.

Enjoying the warm summers afternoon

it was a Thursday in June.

 

Automatically I gave her a friendly wave

she waved and smiled back.

A picture postcard scene it had to be seen

had a nice tea and cake.

Soon on my way but remembered the visit

and the lady by the privet.

 

Must have been a year to the day I went back

a short detour to the coast.

My wife came along as we headed on holiday

she was keen to see it too.

The only difference was more yellow lines

and more car park signs!

 

Eventually we wandered down the only street

both eager to say hello.

But there was only a shabby looking place

and a garden of weeds.

Run down and neglected nobody lived here

that was perfectly clear!

 

Asking those in the small village convenience store

it had been empty for years.

The elderly lady died peacefully in her sleep

the cottage couldn’t be sold.

They added others had said they seen her to

as they’d been passing through!

 

Passed by in the car for just one more look

how my sanity had been shook!

 

The Foureyed Poet.