DOOR SLAMMED LOUDLY

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The door slammed loudly

I was home and all alone

phantoms do haunt me

 

they open windows and doors

change my radio station

 

some will call it karma

a water faucet dripping

footsteps in the next room

 

I still don’t believe in ghosts

but I’m shaking and all alone

 

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allets's picture

Cool Write About Eerieness

Spooky stuff - change radio station? That's low! :D

 



Onyamaichi

 

georgeschaefer's picture

It's especially rotten when

It's especially rotten when you like stations that are heard to get tuned in correctly in the first place.

Januarian's picture

I do like a good haunted

I do like a good haunted poem, and this is one of the finest I have read in a long time.


Januarian

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georgeschaefer's picture

haunted life, haunted poems

haunted life, haunted poems