A Ghost Whisperer's Defeat

She wakes up after tossing and turning for hours on end.

6:30 comes early when you're being haunted.

All night the shadows twist this way and that,

Trying to show her something far beyond her imagination.

They open and close doors and windows.

They whisper through the wind.

She doesn't mind them,

They just won't allow her a peaceful slumber.

They've been haunting this house for 74 years.

No one leaves without one or two casualties.

Two ghosts were haunting when her grandparents moved in.

One was a sad middleaged woman, dressed in tattered old fashioned clothes.

The other was dangerous.

A dark tall man made of billowing smoke.

The woman stays upstairs by the attic.

The man in the basement.

Her grandparents roam freely throughout the entire house.

They make lights flicker and let the smell of cigarretes enter a room.

There is one more that no one likes to speak of.

A girl, around the age of 15.

She was in a car accident right outside the house.

She roams the exterior of the house wearing a pink sweatshirt.

She's stuck.

They all are.

Either for revenge, loss or love.

They all have a reason to haunt her.

They all have a message that needs to be delivered.

She knows this,

But a few hours of sleep is too good to pass up.

She hears their whispered pleas and threats,

She hears them as she drifts off.

She hears them but she just can't give a damn anymore.