The Poltergeist

It started late on a Sunday night,

The sudden rattle of pans,

With nobody in the kitchen then,

‘What’s happening, Dianne?’

Dianne went pale and she looked at me

‘You’d better go down and see,

Maybe we have an intruder there,

Just keep him away from me.’

I went, but nobody there of course,

I didn’t think there was,

But two large knives on the cupboard were

Arranged in a sort of cross,

‘Didn’t you put the knives away,’

I called, but she was there,

Looking over my shoulder and

I saw that she was scared.

‘But I haven’t used those knives for days,

There’s something going on,

Somebody must have sneaked in here,

I tell you, this is wrong!’

I turned and I tried to comfort her,

‘There’s no-one in here now,

Just someone playing a crazy trick,

I’ll catch them out, somehow.’

But late that night, in the early hours

The bed began to shake,

Dianne woke up and she grabbed at me,

‘I think it’s a real earthquake.’

I tumbled onto the floor at that,

But the floor was still and sound,

Only the bed was shaking, quaking,

Just above the ground.

And that was only the start of it,

Strange things went on for weeks,

For things would fly off the table and

Plates off the mantlepiece.

A carving knife pinned me to the wall

By the collar of my shirt,

‘I don’t think somebody likes you,’ said

Dianne, ‘you might get hurt.’

Dianne had an ancient father who

Was mean as the day was young,

He hated me, and I used to say,

‘How did he stay unhung?’

We rarely went off to visit him

As he acted like a skunk,

But Dianne dragged me along at times

To show a united front.

Doors were slamming and windows cracking

So Dianne had to shout,

‘We have to visit my father, Dean,

It’s time that we went out.’

I ventured cautiously through his room

And called the old boy’s name,

But it was quieter than the tomb

And Dianne said the same.

We found him out in the laundry then,

He’d fallen in the tub,

Had gone a couple of spin cycles,

Oh yes, and here’s the rub,

One bony arm and a hand were out

And pointed, looking mean,

We knew then who was the poltergeist,

But boy, his bones were clean.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Pragati Chaudhary]

whoahhhhhh I could imagine that as I read!

Masterpiece!!!!!!!!

[T.S. Sky]

Haunting tales never gets old. Mostly everyone loves a good fright now and again.

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice tale written. Life can be trickery and filled with mystery. Thank you David for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[TPK Stories]

A good haunting tale...great story...

[minisla]

Enjoying the humour cheers me up great stuff

[Avinash]

People seldom change, even in their death. The skunk still went on doing things he was as when he alive.

[Tony Jordan]

A tablespoon or two of humour has made this less horrific but no less splendid DLP.
"Has did he stay unhung" - master wordsmithing my friend!
I guess you could smell this spirit - fresh laundry smell - before you saw it. lol
Hope you're well Sir !

[Barbz]

Very Halloween appropriate. A bit scary for my bones, but, as usual, Well Done. Barbz