The Midnight Terror

Poem Dated : 1/12/1991

The clock struck twelve

And darkness was all around

Suddenly I heard a sound

That made my heard to pound

I put my slippers

And went downstairs

The darkness around me

Was enough to give me nightmares

Outside it was dark

To put on my torch I tried

But the batteries had gone,

Now I could have cried

As the gate creaked open,

A chill ran down my spine

I heard a tapping sound

That made me to whine

But I soon found out

That water from the garden tap

Was falling in drops

And was harmless as a cap

Relieved I shut the tap

But it was just too early

For I saw something red,

That made my straight hair curly

I went closer to that red

And saw it was a bucket

Relieved and happy,

I went back to the gate

But my problems were not yet over

For I saw a ghostly figure in white

I was a loose gown

That wasn’t very tight

I started to scream

But no voice came from my mouth

I was terrified and became panicky

But I couldn’t even shout

I stood rooted to the ground

And didn’t know what to do

I couldn’t even scream

Even if I wanted to

Suddenly I heard a familiar voice

That said with concern and care

“Wake up dear, or you’ll be late for school”

Thanks Heaven! It was only a nightware!