A ghost in my closet

I’m Jen.
And i think there is a ghost in my closet
I open my brown closet door to a freezing breeze
Now and then the entire room

I get home on a Monday, Friday and Sunday there is a freezing breeze in my whole room
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday only in my closet
My door swings open from time to time
and slams closed all the time

There is a ghost in my closet
I feel someone staring at me every night
Whispering day and night, “let me out... let me out”
I reply, “I don’t know how”

It says, “come in the closet my love”
That’s when I feel I am not alive
Now go away and have your peace
I’m too young to join you now

Go away please let me live day to day
Until God thinks it’s my day


Written by my niece, Jenny (11)
She badly wanted me to post this