The yawning creak of the door <br />as ivy branches tap the windowpane, <br />dancing shadows from the candle <br />caught in a draught from beneath the door. <br />I sit in what is reputed to be a very haunted room <br />waiting to see a ghost no one has ever seen. <br />They’ve only heard the wailing <br />in the middle of the night. <br />Therefore, I’m sitting here <br />my imagination wanting to play tricks <br />on me as darkness falls. <br />I’ve come to help this lost wailing spirit <br />that seems bound to this room <br />and to help release it <br />into the heavenly light, <br />also to find its secret <br />why it is bound to this room. <br /> <br />The town clock chimes midnight. <br />I wait, but nothing happens. <br />Maybe the lost wailing spirit <br />has taken the night off. <br />A voice sounded from the gloom. <br />“Excuse me, are you still up? ” <br />I looked around <br />and there by the doorway <br />stood a tall dark figure there. <br />“Yes, how can I help you? ” <br />“Please put out the candle <br />as it is keeping me awake.” <br />“But this room is haunted <br />and I’m waiting to see the ghost.” <br />Then came, a hearty chuckle <br />from the dark figure. <br />“So they got you at as well. <br />Turn out the candle <br />and get good nights sleep. <br />There is no ghost here. <br />Who on earth told you that. <br />Whoever it was <br />just tell them Smiler told you so.” <br />The next morning <br />after one of the best sleeps, <br />I have ever had. <br />I told the proprietor who had invited me. <br />They laughed when I told them <br />that Smiler had told me so. <br />When they stopped laughing <br />they said. “Smiler is the ghost <br />we were telling you about.”<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost-14/
