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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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Spooky stuff - change radio station? That's low! :D
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.
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.
Starward
haunted life, haunted poems
haunted life, haunted poems