Night
Haunted steps
Ghostly whisper sounds
Coming from the dead
From me.

-Seline

How long I have waited for this night

Each year it seems a longer stretch

Harvest moon I see you well

Shadows over faces

Mixing worlds this night

Candlelit thoughts

Halloween

Welcome

Home.

-Seline

Such an advantage you have over me.
The ability to come and go as you please.
Gravestones and moonlight and dark midnight skies.
Appear on a whim and vanish before my eyes.

Were you that whisper, that soft subtle sound?
Perhaps the glowing orb floating over ground?
Can I call it haunted when I can only suppose?
Where is it you go in your state of repose?

I’d follow you back if I knew how.
For all I know, you could be with me now!
Such mystery in the silence awaiting your call.
Is it any wonder, that I wonder if you were there at all?

-Seline

No cold spot or draft or temperature change.
No noises to indicate that something is strange.

No movement or shadow to draw attention.
No footsteps or board creeks yet something’s begun.

No whispers or sniffles or intake of breath.
No psychic vision of the presence of death.

No stories or fables put in your mind.
No tragic endings leaving something behind.

No crumbling ruins to imagine about.
No endless caverns to fills minds with doubt.

No tangible reason to feel such dread.
No explanation for the thoughts in your head.

No rational cause for what you feel to be true.
No doubt that you still feel those eyes on you.

-Seline

In this haunted room I feel a presence build.
So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space.
The empty chair that was, now your body filled.
Sudden cold spot blasting icy gusts upon my face.

Heart thrumming uselessly in my frail breast.
Pounding in my ears, drowning out the comfort of sleep.
Your shape of nightmares breaking hope of rest.
The black of your image forming thickly and dark too deep.

Your silence leaves open the whispers of dread.
What lurks in this ghost activity straining against the real.
A hand so close it might reach out to my bed.
The fear, overwhelming, lies in what you may next reveal.

Mundane is the car that slows close in the drive
Louder than all it seems after this panic, slowing to turn.
Light blazes through, clashing swiftly into my chilling hive.
I wait to see clearly, such excitement and fear as I learn.

Shadows revealed, nothing I might have guessed.
So clearly I see you in this light commanding dark’s defeat.
A sigh passes over my lips my truest fear confessed.
For tonight, just a chair and a badly folded sheet.

-Seline

Such is the road of mystery
Hard to accept these things I see
Unexpected these sights I find
See spirits near though I am blind
A world I’ve never known to be

Leaving behind truths I’ve been shown
Watching them go broken and blown
My haunted heart scared to believe
Worlds within worlds I can’t conceive
This is knowing, in the unknown

-Seline

A ghost apparition under glowing wreath
scattered sounds from a falling leaf
see spirits wander under rainy sheath
this real haunting from the world underneath
nothing remains but bone and teeth
all that is left of them to bequeath
dried up to dust and the thirsting heath
what lies beyond in the world underneath.

-Seline

On this night paranormal whispers drift
into noises from the creeping black
I look upon this moonlit, haunted night
and I let my mind drift back.

Other times and other worlds
too shadowy to speak of
drifting down this spirited path
light from crescent moon above.

Who has lived amongst these trees.
Who has yet to see this haunted walk.
Who am I amongst these drifting worlds
when the night noises begin to talk.

-Seline

See oh psychic eye
Reveal to me this future
Shrouded in secrets
Oh Whisper fortuneteller
Of this paranormal show.

Silence psychic eye
Reveal nothing more of this
Of worlds unspoken
Such wisdom requires time
I’m not sure I want to know.

-Seline

What world is this I seem to have stumbled upon?
Ghostly encounters in the hours before dawn.
Each sleepless night I wait in the still silent gloom,
Mists creeping in to this most haunted room.
Their voices too quiet for words to be clear.
These cold wafts of air seem alive when they near.
Is it this home, a place they need to be?
Or can it be simply that they’re haunting me?

-Seline