The counsellors office has always been uneasy
and the chairs always too cold
always a small breeze with the windows
not even cracked open.
This was the newest patients second visit,
everything was casual,
routine questions,
just another average case
but then there was a sudden silence,
the patient became curious and fidgety,
the counsellor sat waiting, watching.
"uh, doc. I know this isn't your dance
or anything,
but do you feel that?"
It had gotten the slightest bit colder
but that was usual
in these 2 decade old buildings.
"feel what, kiddo?"
"That!"
the patient standing now,
was pointing to the door,
as the violent ghosts swooped in
attacking them both,
too much blood and two mangled bodies
on the floor,
the receptionist didn't even hear a scream.
With the next appointment,
the receptionist walked in
getting a mouthful
of that putrid metal-blood taste.
I guess even buildings have a tormenting past.
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
The counsellors office has always been uneasy
and the chairs always too cold
always a small breeze with the windows
not even cracked open.
This was the newest patients second visit,
everything was casual,
routine questions,
just another average case
but then there was a sudden silence,
the patient became curious and fidgety,
the counsellor sat waiting, watching.
"uh, doc. I know this isn't your dance
or anything,
but do you feel that?"
It had gotten the slightest bit colder
but that was usual
in these 2 decade old buildings.
"feel what, kiddo?"
"That!"
the patient standing now,
was pointing to the door,
as the violent ghosts swooped in
attacking them both,
too much blood and two mangled bodies
on the floor,
the receptionist didn't even hear a scream.
With the next appointment,
the receptionist walked in
getting a mouthful
of that putrid metal-blood taste.
I guess even buildings have a tormenting past.
