Ghost Stories

Ghost Stories

Some folks are afraid of goblins
Creatures of the night;
Some get pumped on dragons
Always itching for a fight.

There are some so frightened
They hide themselves away
Hoping to preserve their lives
Until a safer day.

I for one have lived with fear
Throughout my many years,
Stories of my mother’s ghosts
Ringing in my ears.

There was this ghost story
Which played out every night
Whose heavy breathing
Put my mother to flight.

Upstairs she would run
When his wheezing he did start
Under bed covers she would hide
Which may not have been so smart.

There was ghost number two
On my brothers’ bed she sat
Arming himself with bow and arrow
She risked her ghostly life on his mat.

Then there was the ghost who appeared in the barn
When my brother worked there so late;
Her presence would be signaled
When my brother’s neck hackles stood up straight.

Ghost number four was a knocker
Who made his presence known
Sometimes gently sometimes loudly knocking
Within my mother’s home.

She would rid herself of this knocker
By going room to room
Calling on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ
To clean away the spirit like a broom.

Of course ghost number five
Deserves to stay alive;
He pulled mother’s car from a ditch
With a tractor, chain and hitch.

He appeared out of the blue
His good deed to ensue;
He then could not be found
When to thank him my mother turned around.

My father and I had no stories to tell
Ghosts kept out of our presence
But we lived our lives with caution in mind
Living so close to ghostly essence.