There's a ghost in my cellar
I don't know who.
It just floats around there
and whispers "Boo".

It's blocking my way
so I can't go down.
Every step I make is met
with a famished frown.

It has to go away soon
or I'll wither and die
If I can't this night in my
creaky coffin lie.

10/04/2010

Author's Note: My entry to the CHILLINGLY CREEPY COMPETITION

Posted on 10/04/2010
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