The Angry Spirit

"true event after just writing a poem about Ontology"

Twice it growled

In a rough deep voice

I went downstairs

Not through choice.

My heart beat fast

I was mixed with fear

I searched the rooms

There's nothing here.

I heard the voice

I can't explain

It freaked me out

When it yelled my name.

I finally discovered

In my own home

It's for certain

I was not alone.