There's No Ghost.

There's no ghost.
The house sat on a hill
Old and raged it was.
Some say a murder took place there.
I open the doors just so I could hear.
But no sounds were here for me.
The windows were divided and the blinds were gone.
The old organ sat in the corner blood on its keys.
Then a loud noise I did hear, I jumped and turn and I thought I saw a ghost.
I ran for the stairs to look for. Nonetheless, it was behind me.
I saw a light in its eye than I knew it was not a ghost.
I looked to view and it was my dad. Time for bed there's no ghost

by Harold R Hunt Sr

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