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Boo


It has been a month, it has been non-stop. 
You may think my story is over the top.
This poltergeist that lived in my room
Had filled me with fear and filled me with doom.

It started when I came home from school
One day in the Fall, the air turning cool.
Inside more then, I noticed the change-
Things moving around, which I thought 
quite strange.

First, items would be in one place, then another.
I thought that maybe it had been my brother.
He denied any participation,
Which only increased my feelings of frustration.

Then books began to fall on the floor.
I would see shadows at the closet door.
Rattling chains, and moans filled the space.
At night I'd pull covers up over my face.

The toys in my room would circle and spin.
Then they'd fall down, causing a loud din.
Mom would yell out, "Stop all that noise!"
But it wasn't me throwing the toys.

I tried to explain, it was the ghost and not me!
But she didn't believe, she refused to see.
I finally decided, rather than resist,
I should find a way to peacefully co-exist.

Then something happened, most unexpected-
Something I never would have suspected.
I was in bed, Mom was cleaning my room-
She sucked up the ghost into the vacuum!

I saw him go up, his eyes opened wide-
He was in the machine, stuck tight inside!
I saw him moving, trying to get out!
Moaning and groaning and thrashing about!

 Mom, Dad, that's the truth!  Why would I lie?
I'm sorry, with your request, I cannot comply.
I'll tell you again, what I've already expressed-
I can't clean my room 'cause our 
vacuum's possessed.   
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