There was Ghost in my Wardrobe
It was a moonless night
When I first put my head down
On the pillow of my familiar bed,
In an unfamiliar house.
The stairs creaked.
I believed it was a rat.
I shut my eyes and pretended to sleep
when a quiet knock resounded through the room.
I was up!
There a huge wardrobe facing me and through the keyhole
An eerie light emitted itself.
I believed I was hallucinating till a knock
From the inside of the wardrobe contradicted my belief.
The door opened slightly with a creak
I held my breath ready to scream.
Out emerged a small ghost,qite nervous
It begged me not to scream and wake the elders.
For it meant me no harm.
And so I didn’t because it wasn’t a ghost looking
For mischief …
It was ghost looking for a friend.
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