I live in a haunted house

no really, it’s scary here man, spirits and s**t

i live in a haunted house.
my floors creak and lights flicker,
someone has a habit of slamming my doors,
heavy feet walk my halls,
and tables are flung across rooms,
my windows break and the foundation shakes
scratch marks go down my back
my hair gets tugged
my throat’s closing up and -

i hear whispering in the hallway.

maybe it’s too late for me now.

i live in a haunted house.
but the only ghost that walks here is me.
and the only demon that festers is you.

it’s a funny thought knowing that your home
will harbor evil for years to come.
soon my pain will simply be a memory
trapped in these walls,
doomed to latch on to those who dare to enter.
perhaps i am not so different from the dead.