Ghostly Guests

I hear the creak of the floorboard
Quite loudly up there in the attic
I feel the room grow cold
I think there are ghosts in the house

I curl up in bed, with my blankets on
My feet are safely tucked within
Something may grab me from under
my bed, but not at my feet

I think there is a ghost standing
Behind me as I read my book
I feel its breath upon my cheek
So cold and icy, I can’t stand it

I hear the shower switched on
Cascading water within the room
Low laughter, like someone pleased
And then an eerie silence

There are ghosts in the house
Spectres that roam around
like inquisitive neighbours
who want to see every room

Or are they part of what was
Iiving their distant memories
briefly just for this night
not minding me, the intruder

Oh dear, they are singing together
downstairs, to an accompanying piano
I am not going to interfere
I am just going to sleep.