Walking through the house I could sense paranormal activity,
I was sitting in the vanished chair, falling into the water that wants to drown me.
There was a ghost, her name was Jill. She swam with me.
We were on a wild goose chase to find one key element.
It was an old dusty book lying upon the pool floor.
Once opened I see the word "Death" pop up in a bright red color.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryHi! I'm Mackenzie, but I go by The_writter134. If you think about it, it's scary to write about your feelings for the world to see. When writing these poems they come from personal experiences including some that were written for fun. I use poems as...
