Ghostly patrol

 

Wind whistling,

whipping up a storm.

Ripping through the trees

and causing much alarm.

I'm inside,

where I should be calm...

But this house is haunted

and someone has just

dropped the fear bomb.

 

This house is haunted,

I hear it creaking, scratching

dragging chains, 

what evil plan is it hatching?

Im wracking my brain.

It's picking up the pace,

clanking up the staircase.

then inside my room, 

I lay filled with dread.

Footsteps stop dead

at the foot of my bed

and then the yelling starts.

Aimed directly at my head.

It screams.So loud

I fear the windows will shatter,

along with my brain,

as I picture the walls plastered

with my splattered grey matter.

 

This house is haunted.

I hear its cursed voice

coursing through the walls

like blood pumping

through veins.

My heartbeat stalls.

I hear terrifying incantations,

demonic aberrations.

I'm getting palpitations.

Vibrations rocking 

the very foundations

and I'm struggling, I'm gasping.

I'm gripping on tightly

and the vision

is now standing right beside me.

 

This house is haunted

and I cannot move.

I'm tied to my bed,

my body weighed down

by my duvet of lead.

All I can do is close my eyes

and imagine the sounds

are just the weather outside.

In this eternal night-time

of the lonely soul,

I'm stuck here

with this ghostly patrol.

 

 

 

 

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