Paranormal Activity
BANG, BANG, BANG...
There's someone banging on my door?
It's so late at night,
That I have to go make sure.
I first look through the peephole,
there's no one in my sight.
I open up the door...
the hall is empty,
this isn't right.
I lock it up and lay back down,
I slowly drift back off to sleep.
BANG, BANG, BANG...
I felt my bravery retreat.
I listened close, one more time
to hear the bang repeat.
I grabbed a bat, went to the door,
this kid I'm going to beat.
Once again,
No one there...
My nerves are catching fire.
From this game this persons playing,
I begin to tire.
"Go away, Leave me alone...I'm trying to get some rest..."
The only thing heard in response
was my heart beating in my chest.
...An hour later in my bed,
restless and awake.
BANG, BANG, BANG...
This stunt I will not take!
I ran out of my room...
and my door there stood wide open.
I got a little closer,
and saw that both hinges were broken.
Suddenly the room felt cold,
I wish this all would stop.
BANG, BANG, BANG...
I felt my body drop...
(to be continued)
Copyright © Fred Cleaveland | Year Posted 2010
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