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.