Drip drip drip goes the tap screaming fills the room a rush of feet the dripping continues join us join us echo the ghosts of my grandmotherβs past
Drip drip drip It just wonβt stop Just as suddenly as it began Screaming fades abruptly entering softly my hairs stand on end haunting my dreams for the rest of my nights
Drip drip drip there she lies hair white mouth wide a terrified look frozen in her eyes eternally indelible is the sound of the tap going Drip Drip drip
An old school poem, based on a Malorie Blackman ghost story by the same name.