Ghost

Blood drips down the wall, 

The voice in my head calls, 

I scream loudly, no-one hears me, 

Darkness, is all I can see. 

I feel someone touch my shoulders, 

I turn around, I see nothing but a picture of boulders,

Thinking it was just my imagination, blood drips from the ceiling, 

Feeling my head, staring at the redness covering my hand, shocked, was my feeling. 

The picture falls to the ground, making me jump, 

I pick it up, throwing it in the dump, 

The blood disappears slowly, 

A ghost jumps out at me, I scream loudly. 

I wake up, shaking to the bone, 

I jump, someone ringing my phone, 

Exhaling in relief, it's my friend calling, 

I answer it... it was not my friend, but was the ghost pushing her, she was falling...