The Haunting
The sleeping man awoke filled with dread
Not a sound to be heard he lifted his head
A leg suspended from the end of the bed
Was swiftly grabbed by hands of the dead
He was flung to the floor with a mighty thud
Dragged out to the garden and into the mud
Cast out and discarded - there he lay in a flood
Which turned out to be a volume of blood!
Arms flailing wildly he swam through the gore
Ghosts floating beside him totalling four
As one jumped inside him he began to soar
Flying higher and higher away from the floor
The ghost using his body he began to glide
Like a roller coaster he was afraid of the ride
He wished he could close his eyes and hide
His life surely over he thought as he cried
Having seen what it wanted the ghost did leave
Guiding him back down to earth by his sleeve
What would his wife think would she believe
If the ghost had killed him would she grieve
Ashamed and filled with disgust and disgrace
As quickly as he could he packed his case
This manor - never again would he grace
One sleepless night was enough in this place
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