Screams and wails
Knocks and taps
Heart pounding in my chest
Heavy rain hits the windows
Free will prevents me from heading upstairs
The noises are coming from there
I check the date once more
It’s not Halloween yet
A pot of tea to clear the fear
A burst teabag doesn’t help
Tea floats like ashes in the cup
Rinsed away
Cleaned the mess
Tried again
Slurped quickly down
Only realising after it was hot
Fear makes you do the oddest things
Submit to what we think is going on
But screams and wails, knocks and taps?
Wind through a closed blind on an open window
As the storm rages outside
Relief it’s over, and – wait! What was that?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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