The Google-up Ghost

‘I’ve never believed in ghosts,’ she said,

So I said, ‘I’ll prove there are.

I’ve seen them at night beside our bed,

I caught one sat in our car.

They wander along the street outside

I’ve seen them down at the beach,

You have to believe to see them, though,

They tend to be out of reach.’

‘You’ll have to produce one here for me

Before I’m going to believe,

It’s easy to say that they exist

If you just want to deceive.’

She effectively threw the gauntlet down

So I just had to respond,

And work on a way to bring one here

From out the back of beyond.

But where do you go to find a ghost?

It’s easier said than done,

I’ve seen so many of them, but most

Won’t answer to anyone.

I thought I’d try to Google one up

When turning my PC on,

Then took a sip from my coffee cup

While typing in ‘Ghost - just one.’

It threw up a series of single ghosts,

The one that walked in the rain,

And one that came with its head cut off,

A ghost in a railway train.

It even mentioned the woman in white

Who came halfway down the stair,

And stood by the bannister and groaned

With blood still thick in her hair.

I liked the thought of a railway train

With its own original ghost,

She didn’t seem to be in much pain

So she appealed to me most.

I sent a message for meeting me where

She could come and meet the wife,

And bring the train, to give her a scare

That would last the rest of her life.

That night we lay in our poster bed

And I heard the shriek of wheels,

The wife rolled over as in it sped,

The room was filled with her squeals.

The train pulled up by the bedroom door

And the ghost approached our bed,

She wore a nightdress, down to the floor

With bullet holes in her head.

‘I’ve never believed in ghosts,’ she’d said,

She’d have to believe them now,

The ghost approached with a look of dread,

And it caused a terrible row.

‘Don’t ever bring ghosts in here again

Or you’ll be alone in the bed,’

As the train took off with a clicketty-clack

And the ghost just stood and bled.

I’m never allowed to Google up,

She said to stick to my verse,

They sit in the kitchen, while we sup

And even pass in the hearse,

She says that she never sees them now,

She doesn’t want to believe,

I know it would only cause a row

If I said they tug at her sleeve.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good tale shared my friend. Few people believe in things not seen or touched. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Tony Jordan]

Haha - leaves me with the image of an old cantankerous ghost pulling at her sleeve incessantly and making her spill the milk on brekkie, the coffee, the soup as she goes to put the spoon in her gob. She certainly got her comeuppance. I'm just going to say in my best Lion from Wizard of Oz," I do believe in ghosts, I do believe in ghosts, I do, I do, I do believe in ghosts..."
Lol - great craic DLP.

[TPK Stories]

That was kreepy fun...good story...though I don't think I want to google up a ghost....

[L.C. Jarrette]

ahahaha!..goodness.don't want a ghost tugging my sleeve.

[Einstein Noodle]

"..and bring the train.." ahahaha! nice job David! He's quite fortunate she stayed with him ...but now if ever a lover needs to be told to go..i know a cowards way out :)))
E.