This is about an uncanny feeling of being watched by a ghost.
This was written Jan. 12,1986.

I saw

 a man

dressed in white

Last night.

The man who was dressed in white.

Stood up there on the hill,

Near the old Haunted Mill,

Last night.

I felt a presence

Of someone following me

When I was walking down the hill

Last night.

The presence of someone

Was the man in white.

He was standing near the old mill,

He started following me

Down the hill.

Never again will

Anyone go near the old mill,

And for the rest of their lives,

They will

Stay away from the old mill

On that steep haunted hill.

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  • ken bultman on Jul 29, 2009

    Good one. Sounds like the old mill’s gonna be a lonely place.

  • sandie on Jul 29, 2009

    hes prbably lonely and was made up to see you, he wanted to know where you lived, go and visit him he wont hurt you. good poem.Poor old man.

  • clafleur on Jul 29, 2009

    I hope he didnt get you, lol!

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