A dark, dark night
In a dark, dark room
I woke up to silence
Only a glow met my eyes
I saw a shadow
On the ceiling above
Attached to a man
In the seat like a glove
Mommy, I said
Waking her from her sleep,
Look at the man
She turned towards me
What man, she mumbled
Then gasped in surprise,
Go to sleep hun
Just sleep tonight
I think of the man
Sometimes at night
The man who was there
But not truly alive
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Another real event. I used to be a little ghost whipserer lol I remeber this clearly, and as weird as I find it, it still kinda scares me. Apparently I used to talk to my dead great-greandmother too, I got my namesake from her (Dawn).
