Untitled Dark Poem #11

Broad stairs
faded carpet runners
dust on the floor
no footsteps
no warmth in the fireplace
cold spots
reaching out to envelope
those foolish enough to enter
to try and find
the ghost 
everyone swears
still resides here.
Creeping in the shadows
a slight figure
seen from the corner of the eye
giggles
haunting
high pitched
ringing in your ears.
Fingers
skeletal
gripping ankles
gripping wrists
hair standing on the back of your neck
running
looking back
see her fly towards you
her eyes
her screams
will forever haunt your dreams.

©Feb. 5/23