A Ghost Story

A Ghost Story "Goodnight my dear", Mother said As I lied upon the old bunk bed "Don't close the door" I used to say, as she would turn to walk away Once again she'd say "Good night" And with one stroke, shut out the light Night is what I’ve come to dread So I'd slipped the covers, o'er my head My brother, used to sleep with me The upper bunk, is where he’d be His mattress sagged, the bed would squeak He’d toss and turn, then fall asleep But now he’s gone, they say he died They would not say the reason why Still late at night, the bed will squeak When the mattress sags, I dare not sleep