Adams (1926 - 2011)
in collection Green Resistance,
Enitharmon, ISBN 1 870612 57 4
Mister Jarman's Ghosts
you find it creepy, Missis Adams?
feel it on them stairs: a sort of coldness;
you fly up and down quite quick, I notice.
used to do the same myself, but now
Annie Domino has slowed me down.
started here on night security,
one night, after midnight, on that landing,
met a lady. She was very small,
five foot high, dressed in old-fashioned clothes.
said 'Who are you? Tell me who you are.'
had a small, high, strangled sort of voice:
and far off. I didn't tell her nothing.
once, in the front hall, Sir Allan Grant
towards me through a haze of smoke.
how you tell it's them.
come through smoke,
it's all dark behind them, spangled like
Christmas glitter. He was like his bust.
then, by day, I saw another lady.
couldn't see her face but saw her dress
lots of little buttons, glass, or diamonds.
walked away with quick but tiny steps -
this. An old chap told me I had seen
woman who kept house when he was young.
got her to a tee,' he said. Quite often,
in the Private Rooms, I seen a shadow.
moves across the windows, and I've heard -
by Nun's Walk - a scream like someone murdered.
someone set a tape-recorder up
the restaurant, and left it running,
all the noises of the night:
pipes and groaning fridges, then this scream.
got it on the tape: a woman screaming.
night, down in the vaults, one tapped my shoulder.
turned, and there was no one. I'm a psychic.
lady from the Psychical Research
I was Extrasensitive. My Mother
give what she could spare to those in trouble.
was religious. I'm a seventh child.
why I got this gift. I see and hear them.
you never seen one, Missis Adams?