Poltergeist. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A house feels wrong, a shifting dread,
Things move unseen, a book unread
Flies off the shelf, a sudden crash,
A flickering light, a blinding flash.

Knocks on the wall, a chilling sound,
Footsteps echo, nowhere bound.
A pinch, a push, a burning sting,
The air is thick, a whispered thing.

It follows you, a shadow close,
Your listening heart, where anger grows.
A troubled mind, a spirit's call,
Disturbing peace within the wall.

A quiet creak, a cup misplaced,
Small warnings first, a subtle taste.
Then louder shouts, a breaking chair,
A growing rage, beyond compare.

You speak to it, with trembling voice,
A knock replies, a chilling choice.
Can you appease, will you implore?
Or face the fury, evermore?