Spirited

This small apartment clearly haunted
Nothing subtle here
Every night ghosts leave me taunted
With their own brand of fear
 
Nothing whispered, only screamed
And before dawn there comes a curse
They tell me that I haven't dreamed
And don't bother with the verse
 
A séance doesn't do the job
They are prone stick around
The medium begins to sob
At the shrill and piercing sound
 
So the specters are now here to stay
Offering their loud advice
From darkest dusk to brightest day
They turn my lukewarm blood to ice.