Ghastly Ghosts Poem by Phil Soar

Ghostly apparitions in the haunted manor
Vanish when I look for them in a timely manner
I try to creep up slowly, in the dead of night
To give those ghostly dead people a fright

I sleep very soundly for most of the time
But they wake me at midnight, I feel it's a crime
When they float along hallways not making a sound
Seems they know that I'm the only one that's around

I've invested money so to catch them on tape
But when cameras switch on, they all make their escape
Seems all that they do is play games with my soul
Disappearing at will, into their 'Bogey' hole

My mother once said they live under the stairs
When they venture out, they are always in pairs
And the bitter chill wind that envelops the home
Is present whenever they silently roam

But mother is dead now, along with my father
Maybe it's them who get me in a lather
Or perhaps they're just watching, and taking a chance
That maybe I'll notice them and shit my pants!