Ghost Hunter Poem by Richard D Remler

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Cauldrons boil.
Midnight calls.
Dark shadows lurk
In all the halls.

And ghostly footsteps
Tap the stairs.
I hope you've said
Your bedtime prayers.

Floorboards creek
In their despair.
There's a taste of
Sorrow in the air.

And you can almost
Hear a baby's breath,
Echoing its
Song of death.

That's when I snap
A pic, or two.
I hunt for Ghosts.
It's what I do.

I question all.
Just watch me jump,
When in the darkness
Things go bump!

I'll reiterate
That same old line
Those people who
Hunt Specter's whine.

When you're all snoring
In your sleep,
I'll snap, "What was that? "
And, "Holy Bleep! "

I will point my camera
At every sound,
With the hope some
Evidence was found,

Something hauntingly
Bizarre
I've captured on
My DVR.

Oh, our pseudoscience
Will one day prove
Why, in the darkness,
Shadows move.

Why voices seem
To talk to me
Inside a
Scratchy EVP.

And why that
Teddy Bear will totter
As if besotted with
Some barley water.

If my K2 meter
Starts to blinking,
Could be I have
A Specter thinking

Long and
Thoughtfully about
Just how best
To freak me out!

I hunt for Ghosts
That haunt the night,
Those Spiteful Spooks
Who tease the light.

Those pesky midnight
Phantoms who
Rattle ghostly
Chains at you.

Should a Spectral Scoundrel
Test your calm,
Or you sense a
Ghoulish peeping tom.

Or if an Apparition
Has you down,
Or a Poltergeist
Sneaks into town.

Or ghostly footsteps
Haunt your night,
Or you feel an
Ectoplasmic bite...

Give us a call
Night or day.
We'll chase those
Pesky Spooks away.


Copyright © MMXII Richard D. Remler