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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Factory Conversion!

The factory used to be the largest employer

where steel was manufactured

close to the railway goods terminal for access

until the company went bust

left to decay stood derelict for years until sold

as a new chapter was to unfold!

 

An organisation had a unique purpose for its use

to turn it into a horror attraction

the works already had history of unnatural deaths

during its productive years

as witnesses told of many unpleasant confrontations

with strangers and no explanations!

 

Injured burnt and dressed in old-fashioned clothing

even police had been called

to deal with obnoxious suicides inside and on the line

running parallel to broken fencing

where the homeless and drug users had taken over

what evil remained here to smolder?

 

The obsolete factory conversion was soon completed

large numbers 666 above the name

the Horror Factory ready to draw in waiting crowds

to be frightened out of their wits

as actors portrayed monsters and the devil himself

surely not good for your mental health!

 

But being a location with a nasty oppressive history

the dead could certainly not rest

some of the cast working here were devil worshipers

and held black masses within

but were sacked but not before more evil did unleash

causing phenomena to increase!

 

Visitors often scared by more than the performers

seeing those still not at rest

evil entities waiting to posses the unsuspecting

passing through this attraction

voices and noises echoed around those present

for many were evanescent!

 

But others the effects were much longer lasting

or fatal to those who were weak

images pleading and vile words there recorded

left staff and visitors believers

dreading what may happen to any of them next

leaving all who entered perplexed!

 

Like a ghoulish monument there it stands today!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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