A Cold Night!

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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