And here is a poem which was inspired by something similar to the story of yesterday. One inspiration, two formats.
There is no such thing as ghosts,
You tell yourself at night,
When shadows dance upon your walls,
And old wood creaks and moans.
There is no such thing as ghouls,
You whisper to yourself,
When your doorbells rings at night,
And there’s no one at the door.
There is no such thing as ghasts,
You repeat in your head,
When you things begin to move,
And a book falls with a thump.
Surely there’s no such thing as ghosts,
You say with baited breath.
When thunder rumbles and it rains
And there’s a scratching at your door.
Oh, there’s no such thing as ghosts,
You mumble quietly.
With blankets wrapped around yourself,
Safely tucked under your bed.