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Ghosts

An original poem by Ashleigh Rose Mulcair

By Ashleigh RosePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Ghosts
Photo by Jan Canty on Unsplash

When the halls are full of shadows,

and you hear the noise of screams.

Strange things start to happen,

things you couldn't even dream.

The wind picks up it's pace,

It becomes real strong.

You see weird things all over the place,

don't you get me wrong.

'Ghosts don't exist,'

is what some people say.

But they do exist,

and they'll give you a game to play.

Workers of Satan,

their favourite number being 666.

They do their evil stunts,

and play up lots of tricks.

They haunt you in your sleep,

they stay underneath your bed.

They talk to you all the time,

you can't get them out of your head.

These creatures are very sneaky,

they'll attack you when you're alone.

Where they'll strike,

is very much unknown.

They make you scared,

they don't want you to smile.

They'll do anything within their power,

because they're very vile.

It's easy for them to possess a body,

and make it twist around.

It might possess someone you trust,

so you had better stick to your ground.

Ghosts act this way,

intentionally to make you scared.

There may be one next to you right now,

so make sure you're prepared.

fact or fiction
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