Spanish Ancestral Building
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5.18am Oct. 12, 2024

Midnight of October thirty first
I jumped out of bed to quench my thirst
As I groped my way down the huge kitchen
An eerie coldness crept on my skin and then...
When I fumbled the light’s switch on the wall
I was frozen to hear deep whispering calls
Echoing laughter followed my repeated name
I couldn’t move back, I felt completely lame.
I tried to turn on my mini-flashlight
But I’ve felt numbness as I gripped it tight
Darkness was a vast monster devouring me
But I tried to compose myself so I won’t pee.
White figures of entrants slowly passed by
I couldn’t believe, I tried to rub my eye
They were in pairs while holding hands
Looked as if they were all going to dance.
White glowing shapes of women in gowns
Infront of men as white smoke blurred around
Spanish waltz played in haunting sound
When a man’s figure came, seemed I lost pounds.
The man was wearing formal suit in white
In front of me, His skull smiled so bright
I lost control and dropped on the floor in fright
And I slept in the kitchen that spooky midnight.
My landlady woke me up in the morning
With boarding mates all laughing
I told them of the ghosts in our boarding school
Everyone believed my story, that was so cool.
Copyright © Len Gasun | Year Posted 2024
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