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Author Marian Parisher-Nichols
Poems and short stories, free to read.
"When I write, I shoot from the hip!"

 
 
 

A Night in a Haunted House

 

It was a dark and stormy night

When I entered the broken gate,

Seeking shelter from my plight

And the hour was very late.
 

The house was empty and extremely old

But the door was unlocked.

The air inside was musky and cold

And to my senses was a shock!
 

But inside, at least, it was dry,

And the lightning lit my way.

Oh dear, I mustn’t cry,

For I must wait for the break of day.
 

So in a corner, a seat I took

As my surroundings, I did inspect.

I was so cold that I shook,

Wondering what was coming next.
 

After a while I stared to doze,

Yes, a nap would be nice,

Then something bumped me on my toes,

I look around, not once, but twice.
 

Not a thing could I see

As I felt along the rug.

A mouse, I thought, it must be,

So I gave my shoe a tug.
 

Again, I leaned against the wall,

But this time I’ll stay awake.

Then I heard a whispered call,

“Why in my house do you wait?”
 

But still, not a thing did I see,

As I stood upon my feet,

“Who out there called to me?”

Then something brushed me on the cheek.
 

Dark it was, just like pitch,

But I knew I was not alone.

Where to run, I knew not which,

If only I was home.
 

The thunder rolled, the lightning flashed,

And in torrents felled the rain!

The wind tore open the window sash,

And on my nerves was a strain.
 

Yes, I’m in a haunted house

Is what I came to learn.

No, it wasn’t a mouse,

And now I am filled with concern.
 

Then came a frightful sound,

And I jumped out of my skin.

Then I started to whirl around,

As into the air I did spin.


Okay now, it’s getting weird

 I’ll admit I’m feeling horror,

And it is just as I feared,

“Will I lived to see tomorrow?”


Then I heard a ghoulish snicker,

 And felt a violent shove!

I saw a ghostly image flicker,

As I floated helplessly above.

 
A greenish light started to glow,
 
And now it’s taking shape.

“Oh dear, please let me go

And nothing will I take.”
 

But with me, it seemed, it wasn’t through,

As it dropped me to the planks.

I wasn’t injured this I knew,

But not to it should I give the thanks.
 

There it stood pale and green,

With bulging reddish eyes.

I opened my mouth and started to scream,

As on the floor, powerlessly, I lie.
 

It seemed to think this was amusing,

For it had a toothless grin.

But to me it was all confusing,

For I was quivering in my skin.
 

It reached out a ghostly hand,

As if, mine it wished to take.

“Yes, it’s has been grand,”

And it gave my hand a shake.

 
“I sure did enjoy your visit,”

It laughingly said to me.

It doesn’t know that to me it isn’t,

“Come again if you would like to see.”
 

“For you, my house is never locked,

You are my welcome guest.

Come on in, no need to knock,

For you have passed my frightful test.”
 

So scared was I, that I lost my voice,

And only a word could I speak.

But I felt I had no choice,

For I was tired, hungry and weak.
 

“Yes, I’ll come to see you again,”

I told my phantom host.

“Will you become my special friend?’

Asked the lonely ghost.
 

“Yes,” I replied nodding my head.

“Oh great,” it said with delight.

But I was still filled with dread,

Having endured this frightful night.
 

Back into my corner I crept,

To wait for the morn.

I was so frightened that I wept,
 
For my clothing was all torn.
 

Next, I knew it was dawn,

With the sun brightening up the room.

For this night had been too long,

And daylight came none too soon.
 

As the rays of the sun

Spread across the floor,

I got up and started to run

Racing for the door.
 

But before I could take my leave

Again my host appeared.

“I guess now you do believe.”

It whispered in my ear.
 

So if by chance I’m ever asked,

“Do you really believe in Ghosts?”

For me that is an easy task

“Oh yes, for one was once my host.”
 

Will I ever go again?

If I’m out that way,

To see my lonely ghostly friend?

Yes, but only by the light of day.

By;

Man

5/22/04