Certain things make you Jump,
make you shiver.
When at night you hear a bump,
you also quiver.
You hear shuffling footsteps in the hall
You call out, "Is that you, Pa?"
No one answers but beware,
A ghost maybe haunting over there.
When you look in the hall,
the thing that you fear,
It's the ghost that might appear.
You go back to bed,
Blaming it on this, on that.
But then you realize,
You don't have Jack
You hear a man cough,
a boy echoing,
Then you think,
This is a scary thing.
Later, a cabinet opens spilling dishes
on the floor.
When a bucket of water moved 3 feet,
You say, "I can't take this anymore!"
Mail appearing,
An unlocked door,
Oh, what a horror.
This all goes on in the house of Moore.
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Note: Based on a true story..the ghost or ghosts in my house seem to like me..I think it'd be cool to see them now, maybe I can make an invisible friend..I would've changed lines 9 - 11 to "When you look into the hall/The fear you have/Is finding nothing at all"..mostly because when I heard the shuffling footsteps come up beside my bed, it freaked me out because I didn't see anybody there..I think I would have been less scared even it I saw a transparent figure or orb of light..but no, I screamed my head off and my parents tried to convince me it was my heart beating..
This material is Copyright (c) 1995 Hope Moore and is not to be used without permission from the author..
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