A true story; I shit you not.
The Ghost on the Step
The night was cold with a clear sky
My breath like smoke and stars twinkled high
I remember it well like it was just last night
The ghost on the step that gave me a fright
Leaving my neighbours, mother in tow
She busy gassing, me wanting to go
I looked down the street and saw it right there
Just sat on the step, quietly I swear
It was sitting about five doors down
With no expression, no smile, no frown
Between the gate posts, looking lonely; lost
Cemented in place by the evening frost
It seemed to be wearing an old night gown
Pale and white like a pierrot clown
And a glow, an aura shimmering bright
Bathed in the rays of the full moon light
I tugged my Mam’s arm to get her attention
All I wanted was a brief digression
But she kept on nattering pulled away from me
I just wanted to be sure that she could see
She final turned with an impatient groan
“What do you want?” was her scolding tone
“Can you see it sitting there?”
“See what” she said with a squinting glare
I looked at her, looked back at it
Sitting quiet, all moonlit
Was this not real in front of me?
My imagination, could she not see?
I climbed the wall, mother walked the path
Into my house I’m on the warpath
“Mam” I said like I was chief
“Couldn’t you see” in disbelief
She went to the window and with a stare
Turned back to me “There’s nothing there”
I didn’t believe her so I peered out
But it was gone, there was no doubt
Still I remember that night so well
I looked and watched under its spell
The lonely figure in the night’s light
The ghost on the step that gave me a fright
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Thanks Fella.
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I remember seeing a premonition in a “haunted” house I lived in once. I was an adult. Lots of strange shit used to happen there.
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Creepy!!
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Yeah, if you knew the half of it….
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Maybe you can tell’s sometime.
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