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
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….