Mischief Maker Poem by Angela L. Burke

The sounds of footsteps in the hall,
Pictures falling off the wall,
Bumps and taps all through the night,
Shadows flashing past the light,

Doors that open by themselves,
Books that fly right off the shelves,
Bangs and clangs when no ones home,
The feeling of never being alone,

A scent of perfume in the air
But when you look, there's no one there.
The feel of cobwebs on your skin
As paranoia, settles in.

Just when you think, it's really gone,
You hear the hum of eerie song,
As ghostly tunes ring in your ears,
And the mischief maker re-appears.