Ghostly Encounters
Ghost hiding in the
House, Playing tricks and making noise
On the
Staircase walking up and down, activating them,
Toys.
Laughing crying, screaming
Yelling, knocking on the doors.
Evil and good, dark and light shining on the floors.
Never knowing what to expect on
Countless endless nights,
On the water in the woods they take great delight.
Under branches on their stones, buried in there graves,
No one can imagine the energy that
They crave.
Endless dreams of them visiting, loved ones from the past,
Remembering them is easy to do but dreams they never last.
Someday we will be a ghost, a spirit in the night, screaming yelling telling stories
Shining down our light.
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