Haunted

I wake from dreams and sweating, stare; and as the clock is striking three, the ghostly form appears to me. 'Oh no,' I say, 'it cannot be - just nerves affecting what I see.' The figure floats around my bed. It makes a fearful moaning sound, its eyes are holes as black as night, its face a glowing shade of white, and adding to that ghastly sight, it seems to move from left to right, but leaves no shadow on the ground. I close my eyes and pray for peace, but sense it coming ever near - no words describe my utter fear! I wonder was it too much beer? But no, this thing is really here, and will this nightmare ever cease? It speaks my name in eerie tones. 'I'm sorry that you had to die - I fired the gun...I don't know why,' I murmur, causing it to cry, 'They fried you in The Chair.'  I sigh, and then I crumple, dusty bones... written 1st November for Joseph's Rhymes Sublime contest