Ghosts Don't Exist (Halloween Poem)

DAY 3 of my 13 Halloween themed poems. Do ghosts really exist? Keep reading to find out.

Don't forget to check out my other Halloween themed poems; Day 1 here, and Day 2 here.

GHOSTS DON'T EXIST

Dear reader,

as you read through this book,

allow me to be your humble leader,

and dispel you from this crook.

No doubt, you're a little jumpy,

and that's perfectly fine,

I shall be your fear's lock and key,

and end your tortuous whine.

 For nothing is as it seems,

that much is true,

so rest your head, and have good dreams,

as your fears are far and few.

That dark figure in the corner?

Just your coat on a hook.

And that hot spot, like a sauna?

Just a faulty thermostat, have a look.

That whisper you hear?

Just the wind blowing it's air.

And those footsteps so near?

Just a leaky trap, not worth a scare.

A cold draft blowing in your face?

Come and feel, a crack in the walls.

Your prized possessions out of place?

No, you just misplaced them, that's all.

But what of the rattling, and creaking?

Just the sounds of an ancient home.

And that foul, putrid reeking?

Just follow the smell, in the fridge it roams.

And those eyes that glow bright?

Completely reasonable, its reflections of passing cars.

Oh, and your scratches at night?

Don't you remember? Your cats gave you those scars.

Take it from me,

ghosts don't exist.

Heck, I've been dead since 1803,

and I've never seen any spectral phenomenon, I insist.