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Click hereThe floors creaked in our house
Nailed down by men long dead
But that is not where I saw the spirit, no
It was in the back shed
Our old grey cat's loud protesting
Sent me there that dark day
The place of Meow mix and tools
An old slave quarters some say
The family was watching Saturday TV
Cat sleeping in my lap
When something make her jump up
And wake from her nap
She would not stop yowling
We had to respond to her call
And thus it was I who
stomped down the cold stone hall
I flung open the door
And saw a white wolf with red eyes and glistening snout
It gave a low growl
I froze and slowly, very slowly backed out
No one believed me of course
For when I dared to go back
There was nothing
Just the cat food waiting in the sack
Was it a spirit guide?
I don't know what it wanted
Whatever it was
I was well and truly haunted.
You could have "very slowly backed out" but you didn't !
Knowing this poem is based a on real experience makes it more chilling.
unexpected and hard to undestand.
I like the "Very, very slowly" - when you run, so will the wolf.
Spooky.