The sounds of footsteps in the hall, <br />Pictures falling off the wall, <br />Bumps and taps all through the night, <br />Shadows flashing past the light, <br /> <br />Doors that open by themselves, <br />Books that fly right off the shelves, <br />Bangs and clangs when no ones home, <br />The feeling of never being alone, <br /> <br />A scent of perfume in the air <br />But when you look, there's no one there. <br />The feel of cobwebs on your skin <br />As paranoia, settles in. <br /> <br />Just when you think, it's really gone, <br />You hear the hum of eerie song, <br />As ghostly tunes ring in your ears, <br />And the mischief maker re-appears.<br /><br />Angela L. Burke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mischief-maker/
