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That Eerie Feeling
I sat at my desk, just typing away The snow was falling, throughout the whole day. There was no one home, just me and my pet This eerie feeling, the chills I did get. I swear I heard steps, above in the hall I stood really still, and shouted a call. The cat came walking, for he was quite near What I was hearing, it wasn’t that clear. It seemed to be close, right above my head In my son’s bedroom, and right by his bed. What was I hearing, up moving about? Should I go and see, or get the heck out? I snuck up the stairs, and tried to be brave I looked all about, no signs had they gave. Okay I was scared, for my house is old. Entering the room, it felt rather cold. So I went back down, and began to type I heard it again, I knew I was right. So I grabbed my purse, and walked out the door I needed to go, get milk at the store. Upon my return, my daughter was there I heard it again, and I told her where. “Mother” she had said, and rather aloof That’s snow falling off, of our high-pitched roof. I wasn’t convinced, and felt really dumb Not sure she was right, I still was quite numb. Your eyes can play tricks, and your ears can too Watch for the shadow, that brushes by you!
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