Haunted House
Half asleep, I sensed movement in my room,
and the air felt cold, and smelled like a tomb.
Yet, I couldn't see what was haunting this place:
for it was a shadow, without a face.
My reportedly haunted house went cheap,
so the thought of ghosts didn't rob me of sleep.
But now, the hairs on my arms stood up straight,
and my pulse raced at an alarming rate.
I felt a menacing presence was near,
and my muscles froze, paralyzed by fear.
When it approached, a chill ran up my spine,
and I felt more fear than words could define.
I passed out, and when I woke, it was gone:
I got up; for it was time to move on.
And I listed my house for sale that day:
a genuinely haunted getaway.
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