The bottle simply fell off the high shelf
as the barmaid poured a drink
this was in the lounge bar of a hotel
grade one listed building
with a history of phenomena reported
and stories of love thwarted!
Much had been proved to be natural
sounds created by the wood
creaking expanding and contracting
drafts from old windows
letting cold air chill the weary visitor
who had not been here before!
To those staff who had been here awhile
they had got more use to it
though parts of the hotel were off limit
they were scared to enter
shadows and sensations of dread within
tested their professional discipline!
An ancient coaching inn with a dark past
extended over the centuries
main route to London saw highwaymen
regularly robbing stage coaches
villains often hanged passengers killed
to those near the bones it chilled!
Items thrown or going missing routine
but the recording was proof
an entity roamed the bars and corridors
blurry but it looked like a female
in flowing dress came into view gliding
for them the proof providing!
Also seen in the upper bedrooms area
others had said they had seen
bodies hanging from a gnarled oak tree
in the cobbled courtyard
so many hidden secrets still to be told
gruesome terrors to behold!
The inn drew the curios and series investigator
amateur and professional facilitator!
The Foureyed Poet.