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