He makes himself known to the dark of night,
Sounds of laughter or noises of fright.
Rattles and thumps to your ears are heard,
You don’t believe in ghosts, well listen to this.
Maybe you can’t see him but i surely have,
The sounds are there but you think it’s something else.
A soul, a spirit trapped within this place,
He haunts within these walls and halls.
Angry because of what’s happened in this space,
Listen to the ghost fore he has a story to be told,
Once he lived, he died long ago.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Haunting!
Thanks so much
On Sun, Jan 10, 2016 at 2:58 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I am loving your ‘ghostly’ topic of thoughts Keith. more, more… In my experience and I have had many, most of my ghostly visitors have been my family member. I know that most people get spooked to hear this, but how can I be frightened of my loved ones? It is a ‘protected’ feeling, the best experience was my grandfather looking over my shoulder when I looked in the mirror in the early hours one evening. Never forgotten. Yes, this is a true story and I wasn’t afraid
Thank you for your thoughts