Someone haunted by a ghost in his own home.
What is it I fear
Whenever I am here?
All alone, yet I can feel it so clear
Right behind my chair.
That chill down my spine
Makes it harder to recline.
The invisible presence,
I know is close by, giving me no distance.
If only I could try not to believe,
It could be my relieve.
I dare not look over my shoulder
I would if I were much bolder!
The night I see the haunting spectre,
Would be one to remember.
This house would not be a dream come true
and from then on I’d feel blue.
If that frightful night does come,
I will not be in this home.
As long as I ignore her ghost,
Here I will stay, right at my post.
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