I remember a shadow

something strange about a shadow.

something just out of range of our torch.

noises growing violent

then silent
 
 

the hospital under darkness.

we were relaxed, at home there

after all, we know every twist and turn,

every corridor, every room.

we were heading to the X-ray department,

to one storeroom in particular

that held X-rays of people long dead.

we held no fear for the shroud of darkness

for the crumbling buildings and their

mysterious contents had become our friends

through many hours of exploration and movie-making...
 
 

we knew the sounds of the place

as used to them as the systole and diastole

of our own hearts.
 
 

but that night was different...

new, unidentifiable sounds

and a feeling...

watched...