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The Haunting

Once I step into his room
I could smell him everywhere still
Even though he is dead now
I look into his drawer
I found pictures of me and him standing there together
He was the nicest friend of mine
I pray and pray for him to give me a sign or speak through my mind
I never thought that I would lose such a good friend
I know he's up in heaven watching down upon me
As I still look at these pictures
I realize that he is still with me
I can smell him more as I think about him
Where I had cut the lights on in his room
They had became dim
I was getting a little scared
The windows came flying open like the wind outside was out of control
But there was no wind in sight
I put the pictures back into the drawer
I took off towards the door
But it was too late
The door slammed shut
There became butterflies in my gut
Scared to death I was
I couldn't move my legs at all
I heard something coming through the walls 
It was a voice calling out my name
The drawer came open faster than I had blinked
The pictures came flying out of the drawer
Tear began to run down my face
The voice that was calling my name was my best friends voice
He was trying to tell me something but I wouldn't listen to it
I was that scared
Finally I saw something come out of the closet
It was a body
I screamed loud as I could
His throat was cut
Someone had runned upstairs where this had taken place
They had kicked the door opened and rushed to me
They had seen what I've seen
But now I see what he was trying to tell me
This wasn't no accident
He was murdered
So now this case is investigated
I reported of what all was going on in that room
I just told them, that was my friend and I just let his spirit free and now he is free
So now by telling that I am in the mental hospital
They dianognsed me with hallucinations
But to me it was real
I always will remember my friend though.

Copyright © Ashley Scott | Year Posted 2005

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