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WELL DONE! WELL DONE! Poetry MY SISTER’S HOUSE IS HAUNTED by J. B. Hogan
MY SISTER’S HOUSE IS HAUNTED by J. B. Hogan
I don’t believe in ghosts
or UFOs or anything supernatural,
but my sister’s house is haunted.
Her voice spoke clearly on the upper
landing when she was at work twenty-five
miles away – clear as a bell.
Theory – sound bubbles exist and that one
burst just at the right moment.
I was swinging at the back of the house
when the swing suddenly stopped
with me in it – just made a full stop.
It was my grandfather beside me
who had spoiled me rotten as a child
who took his own life when I was seven.
A cat went missing after my mother died
and I stood on the upper deck and asked
her if it was possible could she return
the cat because we were worried about him.
Two hours later I heard a meow and
the cat came traipsing out of the woods
tired, hungry and glad to be back home.
And then upstairs, alone, I heard
a solid thump downstairs, I
went below to check it out,
nothing was there – then the thump
repeated loud right back upstairs
from where I had just come.
I certainly do not believe in ghosts,
or UFOs or anything supernatural,
but my sister’s house is haunted.
