| RoYds Part 26 - Spooked! |
Present Day
Moorlands Hospital, a former local authority care home and prior to that, an infectious diseases hospital, was set back from the main road and accessible via a smaller private road of its own. To either side of the main entrance were two long, timbered sun lounges which, judging by their corridor style appearance, were additions to the older structure of the building sometime in the 1970s. Most of the windows were boarded up.
The main building was built of grey stone. Above the third storey and just under the apex of the stone-slated roof was a date stone which read, “Moorlands Workhouse 1868”. The exterior of the building was bleak and foreboding, having long fallen into disrepair and been neglected for a number of years –- a decade, possibly two.
Elizabeth lagged quietly behind the others, reluctant to enter the building and unusually wary of the snippets of past events captured by the structure. Gemma Bolton was gaily chatting away with Tashriel and Paul, her long auburn hair bouncing along as she walked and trilled away. There was no doubt about it –- Gemma was already starting to irritate Elizabeth.
Paul pushed aside the main door which was already ajar and stood to one side, his right arm directing the others inside, “I’m going to have a scout around the grounds. I’ll catch up with you later.”
Elizabeth noticed a brief pout from the gregarious Gemma and smirked. Tashriel was the only member of the party who noticed her spite and he briefly raised an elegant eyebrow in silent rebuke. Elizabeth pulled a childish face at him and entered the buildings.
The main hallway led to a long corridor with a number of doors leading off. The first two doors were on either side of the main entrance hall. Elizabeth suspected that the door to her left led to what had once been the women’s wing of the care home, and the door to her right, to the men’s wing.
Gemma had sped off down the corridor, a blur of indigo jeans and short black woollen jacket. Her excitement seeming to grow with every step she took. Tashriel briefly passed Elizabeth and then waited half way down the corridor for her to catch up.
Elizabeth was happy to note that he could drag his attention away from Gemma, but she was feeling peevish also. She both wanted his company and wanted to be alone. “I’m OK,” she feebly assured Tashriel. “You carry on with Gemma. I’ll either stay here or follow you in a minute or two. Don’t worry, I’ll have no problems finding you both –- I'll just follow the noise!”
Tashriel nodded and continued down the corridor in pursuit of Gemma. Elizabeth was now even more annoyed because he had chosen to do as she had suggested rather than stay with her. She realised how illogical she was being.
Elizabeth tried to get a grip on her current mood. It was almost as if her mood was reflecting the building's.
Layer upon layer of images and voices rushed through her mind and calmly she attempted to filter and arrange them into a less frantic viewing order, working backwards through time. Eventually satisfied that she had some control of the information that was assaulting her senses, Elizabeth entered the women's wing of the old hospital.
She was in a large, pleasantly decorated sun room and through-lounge sometime in the late 1960s. Rays of sunlight were streaming through a wall of windows to her left and a radio was booming out the hit song Young Girl somewhere towards the back of the room.
Five or six female nursing auxiliaries were dispersed throughout the two rooms. One auxiliary was perched on the wooden arm of a blue PVC armchair chatting merrily to the elderly lady seated in it. Another was handing out cold drinks in white plastic cups. Elizabeth sighed with relief; the overwhelming feeling was one of contentment.
Walking slowly, she wended her way past at least thirty of the identical blue armchairs, each one occupied by an elderly lady. To her right, one of the residents started clapping her hands and shouting excitedly.
“There! Look! One of 'ems 'ere now. Look! Can’t you see 'er?”
“Calm down, Cora,” soothed a much younger woman who appeared to be in her late twenties. “There’s no one there!”
“Oh, is that so? I can see ’er, alrite! I’m not soft in t'head!”
Elizabeth crouched down before Cora and, looking directly into her eyes, saw her recognition. Speaking softly and interspersing a friendly smile every few words, she said, “Hello, Cora. I’m Elizabeth. I mean no harm. I’m visiting, that’s all. Just trying to find my way around the place.”
“’Er name’s Liz!” shouted Cora cheerily.
The young nursing auxiliary passed her a tiny pill from a bottle she had taken out of the front pocket on her uniform. Another of the auxiliaries rushed over and offered Cora one of the plastic cups. Elizabeth patted Cora's hand and then made her way over to the doorway at the rear of the room.
After a few steps she felt a tap on her left shoulder. Elizabeth turned her head to discover an ecstatic Gemma grinning at her.
“Spooked yer!” declared Gemma, triumph sparkling in her blue eyes.
Elizabeth swore under her breath and was just about to ask little Miss G what the hell she was playing at when they both heard piercing screams coming from somewhere above.
PrevLabels: Elizabeth, Present Day, Refuge of Delayed Souls, Web Fiction |
posted by Miladysa @ 22:42  |
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Only 3 to go before Volume 1 is complete!
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I remember a case study of a woman who said she saw ghosts in the mental hospital. she wasn't scared of them but they made so much noise they kept her awake. She asked to be moved to a different room and was, and at first she was very happy because now she could sleep in the quiet. Only a few hours later, however, she reported that the ghosts had found her again.
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Thrilled and got me so excited for next episode.
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Apologies for having to put the comment moderator on but since becoming a google blog of note we're talking spam! LOL
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Charles - Wow! That would make a fantastic story you know :)
mimi bits & Thomas - Thank you!
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Loving it! Thanks for posting
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Hi Miladysa, intriguing format, spooky writing and congratulations! I like this idea.
Sarah
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Thank you Mico, Hayley & Sarah :)
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denysmaco0l - Thank you! & Done - you have an interesting blog :)
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A Good Moroccan, blessingsgoddess, The villager - Thank you :)
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Congrats! to be selected as Blog of Note.
I always like supernatural stories; so your blog too. Its been a fun to read it all the way. I'll keep visiting for such interesting stuff.
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Great story. Found myself wantint to read more.
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Congradulations! - Your fellow web / blog-fictioneers are very proud!
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Shamoood and Isabella - Thank you :)
Joel - It feels wonderful! Thank you for your support :)
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congratulations for blog of note
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I started with 1 yesterday and couldn't stop myself from rushing to the last entry... Must know more. Very nicely done Miladysa! You're excellent with building suspence! Can't wait to read 27!!!
Cheers!
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correction : 28!!! What are the screams??!! :D Awesome awesome job.
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Hence 72 and Street 256 - Thank you!
Peanut - Thank you for taking the time to read the story and comment - I really appreciate it :)
As for the screams - well - not long now until you find out & then perhaps you may wish you had not done so... ;D
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Oh, I *love* this scene! It is the perfect building for the story, too -- I can see it so clearly. The way you describe how Elizabeth filters through all the voices is *so* good -- "unusually wary of the snippets of past events captured by the structure" and "It was almost as if her mood was reflecting the building's. Layer upon layer of images and voices rushed through her mind and calmly she attempted to filter and arrange them into a less frantic viewing order, working backwards through time." Shiver.
Cora is wonderful, too.
(damn Gemma -- I pull childish faces at her, too ... hee hee)
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Melissa - Pleased you enjoyed it :)
This building used to exist and in the late 1970s, when I was very young & still at school, we used to have an afternoon put aside every week for "community work". I volunteered here with a few other girls. Most of the patients had what we call "dementia" today and I am sad to recall, that in our ignorance, we used to believe that they were as mad as rats.
I can remember a lot of the ladies to this day, most of their minds were *fixed* at some point in the past. One remembered the building when it was a workhouse and in her mind that is were she was. Another was still living through the nightmare of a Japanese prisoner of war camp. We knew, every time we went back there, at least one of them would have moved on...
Quite a lot of the ladies could see people we could not see...
When we meet up in person, I'll tell you about the day my fellow school friends and I explored the old building that had been secreted behind the new...
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Your work is quite nice. Well written and highly inspirative.
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So good to catch up at last and definitely left us with a cliff hanger ending! Congrats on the Blog of Note too but I guess it does come at a price.
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beautiful story i like how you bring your characters to life
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Baino - You took the words right out of my mouth LOL
Glad to see your still with me x
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Young Girl by Gary Puckett and the Union Gap. That takes me back to 1968 when it was in the Charts. Beginning to wonder if I'm a ghost myself!
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LOL I remember dancing in the street to it, think I was about 7 at the time. I can remember all the beautiful people ;D
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