The Visitors

The Visitors

The clock turned 12,
midnight came.
The house made no noises.
All are asleep.

Out in the corner a little boy
appears weeping so gently.
He walked to the stairs and sat
down on the landing.

He crossed his legs,
placing his shoulders
upon each knee.
Holding his head between his hands.

The sound of his tears
woke me from my night of slumber.
I look around to see what it is
when I see him staring back at me.

I slide out of bed to go comfort the
child, when he disappeared.
I close my eyes and shake my head
as if having a bad dream.

The house is quiet and all are asleep
no noises does it make.
So I climb back in back and drift
away to the world of dreams.

RAP RAP RAP
I hear so loudly.
Someone is pounding on my door.
Who can this be this time of hour.

Again I rise and walk to the door
open it slightly and see nobody.
I look around making sure I didn't miss something,
but nobody.

So I climb back to bed hoping
this time I will be able to sleep.

RAP RAP RAP
again on my door.

This time I jump out of bed,
swinging the door open as mad as can be.
Only I've seen somebody.
There the little boy stood.

He stood there so quietly.
I bent to my knees going to touch his hand.
I only wanted to ask where is mommy was.

When the little boy spoke to me.
He said: "you're in my bed and i can't sleep,
my Mommy's getting mad at you, you must leave!"

"Tell your mommy I paid for this room,
you're probably just mistaken.
Try now child to get some sleep,
if you want I'll walk you to your room"

I stood to my feet and held out my hand.
When there she was, his mommy.
She screeched something awful,
terror stuck me deep.

I closed the door and ran to my bed
thinking she can not harm me.

RAP RAP RAP
on the door it sounded.

RAP RAP RAP
it would not go away.

I turned over in bed I would not
answer it any longer.

The sound faded into nothingness
when I woke to the birds chirping
and the sun shining on my face.
What a lovely day for picnic, I thought.

I put on my clothes and headed down stairs,
I need to talk to the owners right away.
"Last night a boy came to me,
said I was sleeping in his bed?"

"Oh" said the owners,
"I see you met our visitors."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had anybody else
staying here last night other than me."

"You do not understand my lady,
our visitors have long been dead".

'The Visitors' Copyright © Jacki Ford