I hear strange sounds, “maybe it’s just the wind”
But I can hear the moaning and the creaking floor boards of the pacing foot steps,
Someone is in here.
“Hello?”, no one answers back.
But I can still hear the faint sobbing,
It sounds like it’s coming from the walls.
“Maybe there is an animal stuck, maybe I should call someone.”
I walk all around, it seems to be following me.
“How does it know where I’m going?”
“It must be behind me!” I turn quickly…but there’s nothing there.
But the crying is unmistakable and the room feels cold.
I pass by a mirror and catch a glimpse of it.
“What was it?” “Where did it go?”
“Hello, is someone there?”, I say again into the dark abyss.
“I am no one and nothing”, a voice answers back.
“I am no longer alive as my days have long passed.”
“Do not fear me, I can no longer harm you”, a weakened voice says.
“Why are you here?”, I ask, frightened by this presence.
“I have no where else to go. I have no one who needed me, no one who loved me…no one who misses me.”
The tears start to pour forth like lava from a volcano, heavy and hot.
They fall from my face and become steam even in the cold room.
Now I know who my ghost is….
I do not need to look at it to know it’s name.
The sounds of lost love echo from wall to wall, the pain resonates like a jack hammer… constant and piercing.
I have been haunting my own house,
A house where love no longer lives
Where pain has taken up residence
And suffering is my only companion.
If you listen quietly, you too can hear the sounds of my Haunted House.
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