Ghost Hunt

Castle grounds at midnight Spookily lit by moonlight Black clouds were lowering Ghost Hunters together hoping Their collective thoughts emoting Came greenish haze glowing Tinged by ectoplasm denoting An apparition visible floating Long grey dress soaking A grimaced face moaning Panic stricken all noting Few skeptics now disbelieving Heard high pitch screeching Saw bats come weaving Temperature dropped to freezing As someone tried communicating Each attempt was disappointing Until fading to dematerialising They tried an exorcising Fires of hell stoking Their meddling chants invoking All the ghouls residing Gleefully saw them fleeing As rain came teeming Hunt no longer appealing.