Do you believe
A house can breathe
A house can live
Its memories feel
Reach from the past
Present and future
Good and bad
A ghostly tenure.
Do you believe
The voices heard ?
The heavy foot steps
On creaking stairs
That door that opens
And slowly closes
Invisible hands
The shadow that poses.
Upon the landing
Brief and fleeting
Room to room
Heartbeat increasing
The sudden chill
Temperature to fall
A shallow whisper
That does call.