Poltergeist Poems

Week Three

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Screams
Distant and muffled
From a room 
A time
Nonexistent
Screams
Emanating from no mouth
Yet
You feel them
Shrill reverberations
Skittering up your spine
Nesting under your scalp
Screams
That never leave you

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There were, on the day in question, no less than five instances of doors that did not exist slamming and shaking the very foundations. Mr. Hopper and I had contrived to prevent the actual doors, the physical doors we could account for, from slamming by putting heavy furniture in the doorways to block them from closing. Yet still we heard it, the spectral doors, slamming, slamming, slamming, what seemed to be all day. It was most unsettling at the time, before we knew… but when we found the spectral doors? Well I can assure you, we were horrified.

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“It’s running again.”
“Where do you suppose it goes?”
“Where it comes from is what I worry about.”