A stale smoke descends!

A stale smoke descends!

A Poem by andrew mitchell
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A true story Easter Monday night, My wife coming home late from work! She feels the presence of many spirits and fears the dark to this day from young.

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She hops in her car late at night
Work is behind her now.
Just a short distance to home
Without a care.

Then the hairs of her neck bristle
Rising so rigid. as her thoughts.
Something disturbing is behind her
What has she brought!

She senses a presence, a menace!
A smell of stale smoke
On clothing permeates the air.
Descending on her senses
She frantically drives home.
 
She looks in her rear vision mirror
But nobody is there.
She turns around in fear
But nobody is there.

Desperate is her hurry now
With eyes of fear
Her hearts missing beats
Someone is now smoking.
But no one appears.

Desperation is her fear
She hurries up the drive way
Straight for the front door
Fumbling with her keys
She enters and closes the door.

She pauses she waits
Leaning on the front door
She catches her breath
The smoke is no more.

All is calm, one thinks:
The still of night.
But she is not going out there
She's had such a fright.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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alf
Hi Andrew. Wow! What a horrid experience!! It takes a mighty fine listener, a really caring man, and a great husband, to hear a wife's story and relay it with such passion the reader feels as if they are sharing that experience. This is another great, no GREAT write, Andrew!! Gosh I hope she never has to go through that again!! alf

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Only she feels the presence of spirits whether behind her doing the dishes or at the base of our bed.. read more
alf

9 Years Ago

I guess it would be hard to understand, but I have dreams that happen within a day or two, so I'm fe.. read more
The residual spirits that haunt us; we have lots where I come from. I enjoyed this as it brought back memories of chatting about this type of things with my parents and grandparents, back in the day. Glad she made it home 'okay'!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Whew, and it wasn't even Halloween. Never leave the car unlocked, if you do...anything can get in.. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


Shame on you Andrew for not rushing out with an axe to check the car lol! Your poor wife. Thank you for sharing her real life fright.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

I saw nothing! But I heard this story well!

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