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MONDAY They found this house out in the sticks Resplendent in Victorian bricks Took it for a year long rent Dad said it's going cheap Mum said there'd be a catch Dad signed the contract anyway Was never really daunted I said it must be haunted Mum said don't be silly I chose the bedroom way up high Where all the windows face the sky And farm ploughed fields stretch round about There even is a kind of moat Inside, as I walk round the room The polished floorboards groan Then lying down upon the bed The rusty bedsprings moan I'm not sure if I find it all so quaint Or rather queasy Whether living here will be hard Or easy TUESDAY In the corner of my room there's a wooden desk Three drawers on the right hand side and three drawers on the left Five of them are empty But the bottom right is locked With no sign of a key Thus my entry's blocked And on one side So neat and tidy I see there's something scratched It's very hard to read it all I can't quite make it out Though part of it is not in doubt Three words are what I see '. lea.. .elp .e' WEDNESDAY Now picture this if you're able Jack and Jill and Debra Winger Seated at the dining table Eating fish for dinner Jack a stringer for a paper Jill a landscape painter Daughter Debbie just thirteen Many places already seen They live a life quite variegated Never settled Oft vacated "I think this house will suit us well" "It's better than expected" "What do you think Debbie darling?" "I think I'd like ice cream for afters" Which sets her parents off in reams of laughter Reaching almost to the rafters So having more or less agreed that everything is fine They settle down to live their lives As always One day at a time THURSDAY The second time I tried The drawer it wasn't locked I guess it must have just been stuck I felt a little shocked At what I found inside A picture of a little girl In faded black and white Wearing clothes of long ago And sitting on a horse I flipped it over Saw the words written on the back This is what they said: "My darling Debbie passed away My heart is full of grief From her horse she fell Her body very weak Once to bed she did not linger Quickly taken by the fever Into the arms of God" FRIDAY I kept the picture to myself I really can't say why And when I look into her eyes I nearly start to cry I felt an instant bond was made As boundaries were crossed Of life and death Of found and lost Of time SATURDAY Today we left the house alone Went off and found the nearest town Did some shopping Bought our lunch Drove around Saw the attractions Like busy bees Hop hop hopping And all the time With Debbie's picture in my bag Safely hidden out of sight I wondered why I felt the need To keep her secret SUNDAY It's late at night I should be fast asleep I have to get up early in the morning The first day at my new school will soon be dawning Instead I'm wide awake Thinking of my namesake Almost like a friend When suddenly a strange thing happens From somewhere in my room Comes a hollow sound That even as I listen Seems to call my name And somehow I am certain My life will never be the same MONDAY Linear equations Historic confrontations English compositions PE exertions All the usual irritations And from Debbie no concentration Her mind a single occupation Thinking of her new found friend In midnight conversation Or was it just a dream? TUESDAY Debbie talks to Debbie Deep into the night Of her love of horses And knowing she was dying Of 'please help me' scratched on the wood Knowing it would do no good Of her mother who ne'er stopped crying And her father so brave of face Of being stuck forever in this place Until Debbie fell asleep ALMOST A YEAR LATER Jack and Jill and Debra Winger Are seated round the dining table Having a family meeting There is a decision to be made To stay another year Content with what they've got And roll the contract forward Or maybe better not "Time to take a vote," says Jack "Let's see what we think." At which point Debbie feels she's standing on the brink Will Debbie stay if Debbie goes? She hasn't dared to ask But if she does, one thing she knows Her heart, it will be broken "Let's stay," she blurts in desperation Then from Jack in sotto voce "It's time our train left the station" Which leaves Jill the casting vote And Debbie's heart caught in her throat Two pairs of eyes lock on to mum's Awaiting her decision "Well ...truth be told... I'm fifty fifty...so let's toss a coin..." Thus are fates decided The invisible friend or imaginary companion is a very common and usually healthy part of childhood. They are seen as indicators of a child's advanced cognitive and social skills. They can be especially comforting during periods of change such as moving house. Studies suggest up to 65 percent of children have one. However in some cases...
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 5:34 AM UTC
There's a ghost in the house
MONDAY They found this house out in the sticks Resplendent in Victorian bricks Took it for a year long rent Dad said it's going cheap Mum said there'd be a catch Dad signed the contract anyway Was never really daunted I said it must be haunted Mum said don't be silly I chose the bedroom way up high Where all the windows face the sky And farm ploughed fields stretch round about There even is a kind of moat Inside, as I walk round the room The polished floorboards groan Then lying down upon the bed The rusty bedsprings moan I'm not sure if I find it all so quaint Or rather queasy Whether living here will be hard Or easy TUESDAY In the corner of my room there's a wooden desk Three drawers on the right hand side and three drawers on the left Five of them are empty But the bottom right is locked With no sign of a key Thus my entry's blocked And on one side So neat and tidy I see there's something scratched It's very hard to read it all I can't quite make it out Though part of it is not in doubt Three words are what I see '. lea.. .elp .e' WEDNESDAY Now picture this if you're able Jack and Jill and Debra Winger Seated at the dining table Eating fish for dinner Jack a stringer for a paper Jill a landscape painter Daughter Debbie just thirteen Many places already seen They live a life quite variegated Never settled Oft vacated "I think this house will suit us well" "It's better than expected" "What do you think Debbie darling?" "I think I'd like ice cream for afters" Which sets her parents off in reams of laughter Reaching almost to the rafters So having more or less agreed that everything is fine They settle down to live their lives As always One day at a time THURSDAY The second time I tried The drawer it wasn't locked I guess it must have just been stuck I felt a little shocked At what I found inside A picture of a little girl In faded black and white Wearing clothes of long ago And sitting on a horse I flipped it over Saw the words written on the back This is what they said: "My darling Debbie passed away My heart is full of grief From her horse she fell Her body very weak Once to bed she did not linger Quickly taken by the fever Into the arms of God" FRIDAY I kept the picture to myself I really can't say why And when I look into her eyes I nearly start to cry I felt an instant bond was made As boundaries were crossed Of life and death Of found and lost Of time SATURDAY Today we left the house alone Went off and found the nearest town Did some shopping Bought our lunch Drove around Saw the attractions Like busy bees Hop hop hopping And all the time With Debbie's picture in my bag Safely hidden out of sight I wondered why I felt the need To keep her secret SUNDAY It's late at night I should be fast asleep I have to get up early in the morning The first day at my new school will soon be dawning Instead I'm wide awake Thinking of my namesake Almost like a friend When suddenly a strange thing happens From somewhere in my room Comes a hollow sound That even as I listen Seems to call my name And somehow I am certain My life will never be the same MONDAY Linear equations Historic confrontations English compositions PE exertions All the usual irritations And from Debbie no concentration Her mind a single occupation Thinking of her new found friend In midnight conversation Or was it just a dream? TUESDAY Debbie talks to Debbie Deep into the night Of her love of horses And knowing she was dying Of 'please help me' scratched on the wood Knowing it would do no good Of her mother who ne'er stopped crying And her father so brave of face Of being stuck forever in this place Until Debbie fell asleep ALMOST A YEAR LATER Jack and Jill and Debra Winger Are seated round the dining table Having a family meeting There is a decision to be made To stay another year Content with what they've got And roll the contract forward Or maybe better not "Time to take a vote," says Jack "Let's see what we think." At which point Debbie feels she's standing on the brink Will Debbie stay if Debbie goes? She hasn't dared to ask But if she does, one thing she knows Her heart, it will be broken "Let's stay," she blurts in desperation Then from Jack in sotto voce "It's time our train left the station" Which leaves Jill the casting vote And Debbie's heart caught in her throat Two pairs of eyes lock on to mum's Awaiting her decision "Well ...truth be told... I'm fifty fifty...so let's toss a coin..." Thus are fates decided The invisible friend or imaginary companion is a very common and usually healthy part of childhood. They are seen as indicators of a child's advanced cognitive and social skills. They can be especially comforting during periods of change such as moving house. Studies suggest up to 65 percent of children have one. However in some cases...
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Feb 20, 2026 at 5:34 AM UTC
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