Poetry ~ Voices

she began to worry about the voices
they were no longer the familiar voices,
the voices in her head
these voices were distant, but within the
walls of the old home
she climbed the wooden stairs to the
second floor loft
the voices were louder
and seemed to emanate from
behind the closed door of the

second floor bedroom
slowly, she opened the bedroom door
darkness
a flip of the light switch
produced no light
darkness and laughter
louder and louder
the voices laughed
the last sound she heard
was the door slamming behind her

Poetry ~ A Haunting Game

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Shall we play a haunting game
a game of hide and seek?
the family’s all here
Aunt Lizzie
Cousin Alfred
and me

I’ll start counting
and promise not to peek
but where are the others?
it’s no fun with just three

don’t fret, silly girl,
the others will arrive at dark

now
ready, set
find your mark!

ah-ha!
is that you, Aunt Lizzie,
hiding under the stairs?

no, silly girl,
comes a voice from thin air
that’s Cousin Alfred
catch him if you dare!

wait!
I hear him whistling
behind a closed door

tag!
you’re it, Alfred
that evens the score!

hmmm,
as for Aunt Lizzie
where would she hide?
the lagoon, of course,
that’s where she died!

touché, silly girl,
you’re too clever for words
but who is that whispering?
I think we’ve been heard

ah-ha!
the others have arrived
Lizzie giggles with glee

Alfred floats off
whistling carefree

let the hauntings begin
we have more than three
more than two ghosts,
two ghosts
and me

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