Ghosts
Sleeping in my chamber
I was awakened by a sound
Oblivious to danger
I got up to look around
Darkly beckoned onward
I chased a ghost that night
It led me down a hallway
I could not contain my fright
It hovered near a doorway
And exploded on the floor
And a thousand little spirits
Scampered neath the door
Hesitating for a moment
I summoned all my guts
And thought, “If I’m not dreaming
I must be going nuts.”
Placing hand on doorknob
I pushed open the creaking door
I didn’t know what I was seeking
I had no wish to explore—
The room was filled with goblins
And other creatures of lore
I tried to avert my eyeballs
As the specter began to pour
Red liquid into a chalice
But it did not look like wine
I wondered whose house this was
Surely it couldn’t be mine
I walked up to the fellow, knees quaking
It was time to make a stand
And with my fist ashaking
I said, “I do demand
That you and ghoulish posse
Vacate my home forthwith
I’m not one to be haunted
By creatures out of myth!”
Suddenly there was silence
All eyes affixed to me
I feared they’d do me violence
It seemed an eternity
The specter appeared to smile
And with a wave of his hand
He sent the other monsters
To some foreign land
He looked straight in my eye
And said, “Let me explain
My creepy friends and I
Live inside of your brain”
Then I was awakened
By a ringing telephone
I jumped up forsaken
No time to be alone
I picked up the receiver
A voice much like my own:
“Now you can be a believer”
Static. Click. Dial tone.
by Richard W. Bray
(Since it’s that season, you can find more scary poems here, here, here, and here)
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