She had just moved into her own house
a small terraced property.
Just within budget a place to herself
an old lady had lived here.
Being in a poor condition a lot to be done
but she’d decorate that was fun.
She had never stayed here alone before
mum and dad were always about.
With no history of the old ladies demise
only she’d passed in here.
A friend was intending to move in soon
on the Saturday afternoon.
Now she was absolutely the only one here
not bothering her at first.
Began to feel tired and headed up to bed
halted at the base of the stairs.
Thought she saw movement on the landing
ignored it as a misunderstanding.
Got into her new bed but thought it colder
settling down to rest.
Drifted into a peaceful and deep slumber
having to work the next day.
Exhausted taking seconds to fall asleep
no need to count sheep.
Her resting phase lasted just a short while
awoken by a touch on her back.
Like ice-cold hands firmly pushing her
to the edge of the bed!
Turning on the light feet now on the floor
was that a shadow at the door?
Scanning the room again it seemed clear
terror within began to rise!
Unable to comprehend this odd sensation
hearing tapping close by.
Snatched her dressing gown got outside
emotions erupted as she cried.
Drawn to gaze at her bedroom window
an old lady was looking down!
The young woman could not move back
after this paranormal attack!
The Foureyed Poet.
I love this style, a story in poetry. Also, I recently had an odd experience with a shadowy figure in the night, so it felt good to read this, in that I am not alone!
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