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Ghosts
Creaking of footsteps on worn out floorboards
a quiet echo under the veil of night drifting cooly through window
panes cracked like the homes and hunting grounds of spiders stretching like the gossamer arms of phantoms
collecting in every corner of the room
I wander through this empty shell of long lost lives
the wail of ghosts as chilled and stubborn as my bones
reaching
for the brass handle of the door at the end of the hall gilded gold faded by an eternal endless night out of reach of the sun
My ears perk up with every room that slams its doors
with every breeze drifting past when the wind has stopped
every whisper from the grave that reaches through the thin walls
demanding that I listen
Sometimes I do
because these haunted hallways are mine to wonder through
So when I hear the phantoms rattling their chains in the tallest tower I am not afraid and I don’t go towards the sound
The lights can flicker and there are times when I can walk away knowing that there is nothing there
These darkened hallways and echoing rooms are mine
the ghost on the spiral staircase is no stranger
neither is the one in the study
or the one in the basement
And when they whisper to me that the flames are climbing high
I can sometimes look out the window and realize that nothing is on fire
I can almost ignore them
I can almost tell myself there is no such thing as ghosts
Sometimes I can even lose their voices when I leave
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