Haunted Poem by Clinton Siegle

" You did what? " asks my mom. I looked at her. I retold her my story of seeing a ghost or someone walking in the old school house. She laughed. Personally, I made my request again. 'Can I use your camera? ', I said. The answer was a long winded conversation in which the final answer was no. Not giving up I went next door. Asked if they had a Pollard camera I could use. They did. I said, " This won't take long for me to get the photo, I will bring it right back." The school was using it for storage ever since some students had hung them-self in the rafters five years before. No one had found the missing boy for two years. Meaning? The story was he had hung himself in the attic during summer break. His body had not stunk up the place because of something eating his flesh. When someone went upstairs they were not even looking for him. She found him according to hear-say. She freaked out. Anyway I went in through the boarded up window in the basement. I had a flashlight. The camera. I got to where I saw the image in the window. There the shadow or shade or ghost appeared to look out the window. I took the photo. The flash either made the shadow disappear or something. I got out of there rather fast. I got the camera back to its owner. Looked at the photo. I had placed it on my desk. I asked my mom if had it? Because I had shown her the photo. She had not seen it. I said, " I know I put it here somewhere, it was gone." That is my story of the school in the large white school house in Lame Deer Montana.