IS IT HAUNTED

It was on a Sunday morning
I tiptoed down the stair
thought that I'd heard voices 
But there was no one there. 
I stepped into the parlour,
It felt extremely strange,
A big glass box was standing
Where there used to be the range.
This is where the voices came,
People moved inside it.
I stood rooted to the spot,
Was completely astounded.
Were they hiding at the back?
I peeked round to see,
But again to my shock
There was only me.
I nearly jumped out of my pelt
When an object gave a ping.
It danced around the table,
Then it began to sing.
Oh dear I think I'm going mad
Or am I being taunted?
My house? It needs exorcised
Because I think it's haunted?
I then hear voices from the lawn.
A family having tea.
it is then I realise,
The ghost? Well it is me.

Ellen Fleming.
20th December 2018