It was some strange time in the morning
So early it was still night and without sunlight
The air was so cold and you could hear a pin drop
I shivered involuntarily and tried to sleep
But there it was again
The deepest of sighs rattling like a death breath
My blood ran cold
I strained to listen hearing the loudness of total silence
But there it was again
A scraping rustling sound scratching along the hallway
My heart palpitated
At any moment now that door will begin to open
At any moment now I will scream with all my lungs
And there will be nothing there
Nothing there at all
And I will lay and pray
That the morning sun rises soon illuminating my room
And ensuring that my ghostly visitor stays away
Throughout the day
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Reblogged this on The Wacky World of G. Michael Vasey and commented:
It is Halloween….. kids are scared and excited – some adults are too! To start with today, I thought I would reblog this poem, The Visitor, as it describes my childhood very well. Incidently, it is also reproduced in My Haunted Life but was originally published in Moon Whispers….