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Ghost

Ghost

In darkness, oppressed, null and intrigued,
I know that you’re there, fear and fatigued.
Fingertips gently rapping on wood,
I cannot fathom whether you’re sinister or good.
 
Your breath caresses, possesses my thought,
Insomnia bleeds, my nerves distraught.
Footsteps intrude upon the top of the stairs,
My focus on every sound that descends, despair.
 
Laughter, a murmur destroys my resolve,
I quiver in fear of if a spectre evolves.
My eyes peering through fingers in hide,
Everything tightens and cripples me inside.
 
An apparition I witness adrift through the wall,
I’m unable to scream or beckon in call.
A child in all its innocence in mist,
I freeze and crumble behind open fist.

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Jill Tait

Haha Iv just done spooky one too :) abfab 

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Nine Eleven

When I moved into my home many years ago, I found photographs of children behind a closet, innocent perhaps, bath time, nothing sinister but I didn't want them in my new home.

I took them downstairs were I burned them in an open fire, suddenly the air changed, I would wake repeatedly each night, a presence on my stairs, screaming and shouting incoherently.

Many restless nights, uneasy days, terrified to sleep, it went on far too long until I decided to get a spiritual medium in, I never made the connection between the photographs and the ghost.

Turns out it was the grandmother of the kids, she was hiding the photographs to remind her timeless soul of a life once lived.

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Simon Bromley

Wow that sounds really interesting.  I love anything of that nature.  Thank you for your comment and sharing that story.

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Ian William

You've captured fear in a spectacular way and the rhythm of this poem is matched by your perfectly chosen words, Simon!

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Simon Bromley

Thank you  Ian.  Always intrigued and flattered by your comments.

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