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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What Favour?

Why he had agreed to help his old  mate

was to return a favour

what favour to this day never recalled

just help me move my gear

to a new flat well seemed a simple task

was he about to be a jackass?

 

Inside the car and the boot was crammed

setting off to find the address

surprised on seeing where he was moving

a huge refurbished asylum

turned into varying sized flats for rent

his at the top a long ascent!

 

That was when it dawned this was a mistake

first the lift did not work

no matter how many presses of the button

nothing would happen at all

struggling to the stairs his arms were full

then it came hard staying cool.

 

Ran back  just as the door closed so annoying

this happened three times

before he gave up having to go up six floors

as he got to the floor level

the lift had arrived first out of breath cursed

as to himself conversed!

 

Down the corridor saw what looked like a nurse

approaching went to speak

but they proceeded to fade and then disappear

his mate had not made it yet

confounded wearily moved to number fifty-one

but actually wanted to run!

 

Dropped the gear exhausted heard heavy footsteps

expected to see his tired friend

coming closer but there was nobody to be seen

yet was sure somebody was close

feeling oppressed the atmosphere seemed choking

with his emotions stroking!

 

Standing afraid to move his mate staggered his way

surprisingly jovial and spoke

wondering why he looked so scared and miserable

struggling to utter even a word

could not understand why he did not perceive

made his excuses had to leave!

 

Almost falling down the stairwell glanced upwards

for a few seconds saw a figure

at the top before making his way to the outside

petrified as he got to his car

promising himself never again to enter within

for he feared what resided herein!

 

Many stories continue to be told about the asylum!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This Bloody State!

He remembered the noise of glass shattering

showering over his face

a glimpse of a baseball bat or something

then being roughly dragged

but nothing after that hard bang on his head

waking in a strange bed!

 

Bits of memory came then as quickly it faded

what had happened to him

on his finger was a shinny gold wedding ring

was he a married man

how had he actually got in this bloody state

memories he could not collate!

 

Beside him a policeman stood near on guard

what else could he be doing

everything was so blurry beyond his position

there were muffled voices

his anxiety and paranoia rapidly growing

the despair of not knowing!

 

Slipping once more into unconsciousness

being shaken from this state

a man and a woman looked down blankly

making his body shudder

a nurse came to assist removing his mask

questions they wanted to ask!

 

A second nurse helped make him comfortable

raising the pillow for his head

They asked him if he remembered anything

of the road rage incident

Where a man had been killed near his car

as the anger went to far!

 

This seemed to trigger suppressed memories

as he recalled causing the shunt

going to the vehicle with a bat breaking glass

incensed and with bad intent

pulling the man out it was he who attacked

the thoughts came pouring back!

 

In turn was hit from behind by an accomplice

but none of this would admit

even though witnesses had come forward

he kept his mouth tightly shut

realising they could soon find out he was fake

his orders not to kill but take!

 

An under cover agent on a botched covert mission

he waited for his team to come!

 

The Foureyd Poet.

The Operation!

Jenny was very anxious on that Thursday

her operation was due.

Though was told it was a routine procedure

it didn’t ease the nerves.

Her husband sat by her side as they waited

every second here she hated!

 

The wait ended as a nurse and porter arrived

to take her to theatre.

She was anaesthetised falling into a deep sleep

and prepared for surgery.

As the surgeons proceeded worries were eased

with their progress pleased.

 

But halfway through inexplicably it went wrong

alarms indicating problems.

Calmness turned from concern to urgent action

she went into cardiac arrest!

As the team fought to start her young heart again

expressions showed the strain!

 

The turmoil continued to save her from early death

awake found herself rising.

Feeling she was  floating out-of-body looking down

seeing doctors fighting below.

Heard them talking yet could not tell she was well

their worries to expel!

 

Jenny now feeling warm calm and extremely happy

as like a spy camera gazed.

Hoping that euphoric sensation would never end

as defibrillator paddles applied!

Her body shuddered back in her body once more

in pain and so sore!

 

At that precise  moment her heart had started to beat

and they aborted the operation.

But thankful they had brought Jenny back to life

and listened later in disbelief!

As she related in detail what she had seen and heard

scientifically hard to believe a word!

 

In truth there are so many unexplained accounts

that make you wonder is there life after death!

 

The Foureyed Post.

The unexpected Patient!

The nurse sat at the desk writing notes

there was always much to do.

It was early evening on the busy ward

as usual not enough staff.

Much to organise as the ward was full

from warm became very cool!

 

At first didn’t notice then began to shiver

making her stop and think.

By her side were two single bedded rooms

in one a poorly patient lay.

The other she had thought was unoccupied

when a voice called from inside!

 

At first thought it had come from else where

but turning saw movement.

Checked the bed plan nobody should be there

so reluctantly went to investigate!

At the doorway saw an elderly man in the bed

suddenly filled with dread!

 

As she went in to speak they just disappeared

the room once again empty!

But what made it more scary for the nurse

she recognised the patient.

Who had been in that room six months before

dying at eighteen twenty four!

 

She could not explain then glanced at the clock

that was the time such a shock!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

Casualty!

At that moment my mind was not focused

caught my hand in a car door!

Intense pain thought I’d broken a finger

decided to go to casualty.

It was quiet as I entered in a lot of pain

knowing I’d have to explain.

 

The lady on the desk said I’d have to wait

hopefully not for long.

Surprised it was only about half an hour

saw a triage nurse.

Took me to a small cubicle to be seen

through a curtained screen.

 

I laid down on a couch resting my eyes

a sound made me aware.

Very surprised a nurse stood beside me

she was very pleasant.

Her uniform seemed an unusual style

not speaking for a while.

 

Then she spoke in a soft gentle way

that made the pain ease.

Said I’d be fine touched my hand

such kindness no demand.

Went to thank her but she’d gone

surprised but felt strong!

 

Then another nurse came quickly in

to say I needed an x-ray.

Before the doctor was able to see me

could I follow her.

I said the other nurse had been kind

walking closely behind.

 

She turned telling me she was on her own

giving a description!

A blank expression she didn’t work there

the uniform not used for years!

Very perplexed I said no more to her

but who was my nice comforter?

 

Was it the pain making me hallucinate

or had it been a ghost?

 

The Foureyed Poet.