The paranormal investigator

In the bleak dark ebony night
She felt the fear
She felt the fright
Her stomache knotted
Her muscles tight
As she walked slowly
From room to room
Checking that each was absent of doom
And in the darkness in the gloom
She to her relief returned soon
Back to the door where she entered this house
This one she was told that ghosts and demons shout
She had her theories she had her doubts
And to this end they had been borne out
And looking out from the doorway to the street
At the flickering lamplight
Where she heard cars tyres screeched
She smiled as though her doubts had been justified
Put a cigarette in her mouth
And lit a match cupped her hands and lit the cigarette inside.
Taking a gasp she straightened her back
Sad that again proof was lacked
To back up the story that this house was possessed
Just a figment of a mind obsessed
Taking one step forward
She felt the cold hands on her neck
She instinctively knew what was coming next
A tear stained her cheek
As the snap sounded out
Almost echoing it was so loud
Then her body pulled back in through the door
And she was not seen anymore
Just the burning remnants of a cigarette on the floor
Told a story that this house had stolen one life more.