There through the frosted glass front door

a figure stood then a tap!

You are not expecting anybody to call

cautiously moving to answer!

Then on opening you find nobody there

not a soul with words to share!

Very shaken at this strange experience

you come inside quickly.

Unsure of what to make of the event

it had never happened before.

Not before being left completely alone

hearing a disturbing groan!

She knew the house in the forest had a tale

of a murder but nothing else.

Not believing the stories told of this place

as an ornament fell off the shelf!

Maybe there was something within here

feeling a presence was near!

Telling herself not to be silly just imagination

spirits just don’t exist!

As a cold chill sped through her body

standing there definitely.

Sensing a physical embrace and exciting kiss

that really felt like bliss!

Now she was scared a voice cried out on her phone

“please help” it said then clicked off!

By now she’d had enough grabbing her coat and left

looking back saw a man.

Staring out of the lounge window so very clear

with such an evil leer!

Getting into her pick up truck praying it would start

from that house she did part!

Vowing never to return fearing herself and sanity

there were dark secrets inside!

Had not been a believer in spirits of the dead

now having a questioning dread!

Was it real or was she actually mad!

The Foureyed Poet.