A cold night as he closed the old gate
it clanged shut he locked it.
Echoing through the underground
walking to the escalator.
Stopped having to physically descend
the shift alone he’d spend.
Silent as the machinery was switched off
definitely heard footsteps.
Aware to of a faint scream somewhere
but used to odd noises.
Wondering if somebody was still in here
but checked it was all clear.
Unsettled went onto the empty platform
shaken to see a woman.
Dressed in period clothes yards away
slowly turned to him.
She seemed to be a solid human being
that the worker was seeing!
Then the figure started coming his way
this was when he realised.
She had long blond hair but had no face
just an empty space.
Ran out but returned to have a look
his whole body shook.
The platform was empty nobody in sight
he stood completely alone!
As the last train had departed long ago
after a cursory search.
Quickly went back up to his office perturbed
at what he saw and heard!
Talking to a colleague about it the next day
finding it hard what to say.
Told she had been seen many times before
who she was nobody was sure.
The man never worked on the underground again!
The Foureyed Poet.
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