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About This Poem
Ghost In The House
One night while sitting in my home
I thought I heard someone moan
Am I hearing things cause Im alone
But then a picture fell off my shelf
Just a coincidence,I told mysef
Now I hear footsteps outside my door
Then a creaking on my bedroom floor
I see her now standing next to me
I close my eyes, no this cannot be
All dressed in red and quite dead
As she hovers next to my bed
I hear her whisper in my ear
Take my hand, come my dear
You really have nothing to fear
I let out a scream filled with fright
And then she vanished into the night.
carolann crowley 9/5/2019
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