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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Holiday Cabin!

First night on holiday was always exciting

this year was different

she had come ahead alone not so inviting

here early with good intent

mum and daughter due tomorrow night

being alone did not seem right!

 

Had come ahead early she had an extra day

wanted to see her daughter Kate

had been at university soon be here to stay

for two weeks could not wait

never been here before wanted to prepare

of any danger was not aware!

 

Busy getting holiday cabin how she wanted

soon darkness had come

felt tired never thought it could be haunted

to exhaustion had succumb

decided to have an early and restful sleep

anything else to the morning keep!

 

Not use to being in the countryside all alone

or cabin with panoramic view

had forgotten her mobile and no house phone

here alone anxiety grew

now for the first time began to feel uneasy

stomach churning was queasy!

 

As she came out of the bathroom she saw

through the bedroom window

the shape of a figure she could not ignore

yelling her actions slow

froze but then in an instant it had gone

for the morning did so long!

 

Unable to relax ran around to check doors

making sure they were locked

terrified felt sweat oozing from her pores

her well-being totally rocked

as if circling heard loud footsteps near

echoing in her ears so clear!

 

Many thoughts racing through her mind

were all the windows locked

would her child mums lifeless body find

now feeling deeply shocked

cowering in the corner behind the settee

wondering who it could be!

 

Creaking wooden boards surrounded her

scraping along the walls

with some object the fear within did stir

also across the glass

high-pitched a shadow passed as well

followed by a nasty smell!

 

Exhausted eventually fell into a half sleep

awaking with a start

the rising sun into the cabin began to peep

her fast beating heart

stiff where she had not moved needed a wee

parched so wanted a cup of tea!

 

The birds were singing loudly she ventured out

one shaky step at a time

afraid to make a sound in case it was still about

she was alive felt sublime

two joggers went by staring then running past

it was safe she thought at last!

 

Venturing onto the veranda now could see why

the couple moved away so fast

deep cuts in the wood and word reading die

she could only stare aghast

it covered the exterior in a place so serene

this horror did not fit the scene!

 

A familiar voice relieved she quickly turned

her daughter stood concerned!

 

She left with her family never to return here

something watched them go so very near!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

Excitement!

No doubt about it the cars were fantastic

sitting on different seats

though could never afford to buy them

but enjoyed the dream

often going into car dealers for a look

always with excitement shook.

 

On this one occasion actually spotted

an older car on display

gleaming in original pristine condition

the assistants were busy

which enabled him to saunter unseen

to savour he was keen.

 

Large and expensive thick leather seats

had a feeling of wealth

getting in imagining himself driving it

closing the door snugly

settled into his world of make-believe

he started to perceive!

 

Gradually realised he was not on his own

there was a person next him

reluctantly had to turn his head curious

never heard anybody get in

a very attractive young woman sat there

of him did no seem aware!

 

She was facing him terror etched on her face

yet he could hear no sound

her eyes wide and shouting backing away

who was she seeing in his seat

just two hands appeared around her throat

hard keeping his sanity afloat!

 

Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle

it was locked he was trapped

she looked real now thrashing about by him

he did not know what to do

then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume

helplessly it felt like a tomb!

 

The radio came on blaring out an old song

desperate banged on the glass

shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over

calling to her mum to come

he was certainly embarrassed when she did

opening the door he felt stupid!

 

Got out thanking her and headed for the exit

had to look once more at the car

it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man

was rapidly coming in his direction

all the excitement had gone from his visit here

it had scared him that was clear!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Through The Arches!

Through the arches leading to open fields

the elderly man walked

slowly with his small ageing little dog

cheerful on his daily stroll

happy in his own company with his pet

normally nobody else he met!

 

Quite as usual on the his established route

did not see the group of lads

watching him pass with too much interest

started to follow close behind

his dog sensed them near as he growled

at this the elderly man scowled!

 

At the same point let his dog off the lead

near to a clump of bushes

the group of six gathered behind them

circling a younger boy

peering down at him in conversation

he listened to their oration!

 

Into his small hand they put a knife

he had to stab the man

as if mesmerized gripped the handle

said nothing but nodded

the elderly man sat down on a bank

from a water bottle drank.

 

If really he wanted to be part of the gang

kill him they kept saying

coming up stealthily behind the old man

shaking with anticipation

brought the knife down striking with force

in the neck then felt remorse!

 

Falling back looked up at the lad in anguish

eyes locked a barking dog

brought him back to the reality of his actions

quickly withdrawing the knife

wiped off the blood in the grass automatically

unable to let go ran erratically!

 

Ignoring the shouts and cheers of the gang

who ran in the opposite direction

leaving the innocent victim dying his pet

guarding him whimpering

laying next to the loyal friend now silent

he was small but defiant!

 

The lad who should have been at school

reached his parents house

they were both out at work he had a key

heart pounding breathless

washed blood off his small hands thinking

watching it drain without blinking!

 

Then as he sat in the kitchen alone cried

at twelve why had he killed

the knife was on the table in front of him

his torment now had begun

a loud knock at the door made him cower

this was his defining hour!

 

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

Scent!

That sweet alluring scent made him turn

as she walked closely by

long fair hair glinting in the early light

just catching a glimpse

but the exhilarating smell lingered on

for her he did so long!

 

Could not lose the smell absorbed within

an image of flowing hair

intrigued to know what her image could be

frustrating his manly urges

just a glimpse but their auras had touched

why did he like her so much?

 

With an ever rapidly growing intensity he saw

an image with snarling teeth

in his decreasing waking and sleeping spells

the same form repeating

yet always the smell of that addictive perfume

his whole being did consume!

 

For an endless time had this pursuing torment

oblivious to any reality

afraid of another visitation of growing intensity

unable to grasp the cause

or comprehend the link between that meeting

and scent as his life was retreating!

 

With a jolt he opened his now heavy eyelids

his first sense to return smell

a blond woman by his side the scent strong

smiling and holding his hand

the one so sure that filled his every thought

no more to be sought!

 

She told him they were  married his new wife

but it did not ring true

the scent overpowering he felt blissfully calm

maybe this was his life

without actual proof  this existence was real

yet had a pleasant feel!

 

In truth he was in a deep coma after being hit

by the woman drunk driver

his last conscious moment was her expression

the blond hair of the paramedic

the scent recently put on was him at the scene

the injuries worst they had seen!

 

Now forever in his virtual perfect world Locked!

 

The Foureyed Poet.