a ghostly footstep on the stair,
a creaking floorboard everywhere,
a slamming door,a fading mist,
is this real or am I .............dreaming.
a coldness creeps around the room,
a stirring teacup ,with no spoon.
a whisper here,a groaning there,
who is that stood there on the stair?.
I am alone but fail to see,this other being mystery.
as I start to feel brave,someone just walked ove my grave.
a closer look,I must take,
my whole body starts to shake.
first one step,and then another,
as I stand there aghast.
a being frightened,just like me,
there in the looking glass.
as I feel relief,I'm getting bolder,
an ice cold hand upon my shoulder,
I turn so quick,theres no one there,
I run like lightning from the stair.
do I believe in ghost?,oh' no.oh, no not me,
maybe it is just,that I'm craving company.
brandybutter x
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