Borley Rectory

Sitting alone
without a light
the wind it blows
gentle and slight ,
the room it feels
kind of tight ,
the wallpaper peels
and I know it's not right .

Plaster dust is falling
I hear their gusts of calling
a distant mumbling ,
amidst the crumbling ,
a now and then , crackled laugh
the stench of death
then gathers fast .

I can see impressions
on the lunar lit floor
I then hear the creak
of a ghostly , closed door ,
I dare not move
for I'm scared to the core
then I hear scratching grooves
of a claw across the wall  .

A hooded figure
floats , then disappears
I know it was there ,
I felt the deathly air
like a cold breeze of ice
through my soul it did slice  ,
then I hear a priest
read out my last rites .

I have to get out of here
there's a nun grinning  
ear to ear ,
she's pointing right at me ,
I run though I can't see
there's a chanting unbound
as I stumble on my feet
against the door I pound
and manage to get out free ,
there'll be no more going around
back to Borley Rectory .