Written November 29, 2012

In the midnight hours, I hear a scream.
From where, I wonder, comes this scream?
It frightened me.
It startled me.
My mom's asleep,
and it wasn't from me.
From where came this scream?
From where could it be?
I look around, I still hear the sound, but the eerie sound is still unfound.
It turns into a deepened moan, the kind that is almost a groan.
Here I sit, completely alone, horrified, not far from the phone.
I can only hope the very most it's nothing more than just a ghost.
I've become accustomed to them there...
...to come to my house, would you be scared?