What Was That

It is the end of a twelve-hour shift It is the hour I’ve been dreading I don’t mean to be superstitious but how is traveling home alone at night, a good idea? Specially past an open field Heading home bound Something followed me home unawares All I wanted is to rest In my one room shack my wife and kids Are already in bed My wife woke up because my wheelchair was Making a squeaky noise She was cross And I enjoyed watching her in her tired poise A careful whisper sorry did suffice Off to bed I was on my left side fast asleep Did not stop to eat was past midnight Something pressed me down with a grip so tight A chill went down my spine caused me to fright The hair on my neck was raised Could only manage a small stifle squeal Help Shirleen!! She could only hear me by the third attempt Matt what is it? I am not afraid of no ghosts but W what w was that?!!