"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Thursday, March 10, 2011

A Woman in the House poets united thursday think tank #39-Ghosts

She is everywhere I look,
around every turn.
In the middle of the night
she stands at the foot of my bed,
dressed in white …

Creaking on the stairs
she is behind me, so very close.

In the dark, shadows play with
the mind, I see her
hiding in the closet, ready
to take me into her world,
dressed in black …

My fear of her is real,
she sits in the sunroom looking
out at the street when no-one is home, 
and disappears when I come in,
dressed in daylight …

Then I hear the story of a young
woman who took her life
in the house
where I live …
Posted by flaubert at 3:30 PM

35 comments:

  1. RJ ClarkenMarch 10, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    Is this real - or just a very good ghost story? It gave me chills!

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  2. flaubertMarch 10, 2011 at 3:57 PM

    RJ, it is true, though I never saw her in the
    sunroom, but my sister did.

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  3. Sherry IrvineMarch 10, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    chillingly delightful! and the true story makes it even more so! xo

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  4. UnknownMarch 10, 2011 at 7:43 PM

    She is scary!

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  5. Rinkly RimesMarch 10, 2011 at 10:49 PM

    At least she has a varied wardrobe! Interesting.

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  6. Lynette KillamMarch 10, 2011 at 11:13 PM

    Ooh, that was lovely, Pamela! The ring of truth made this tale chillingly enjoyable...:)

    Lynette

    http://imaginationlane.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-first-microfiction-monday.html

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  7. madhumakhiMarch 11, 2011 at 3:42 AM

    OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Is this real? Very spooky. Managed to give me goosebumps.

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  8. Brother OllieMarch 11, 2011 at 7:00 AM

    Okay - got chills up here - and not just because it is cold.

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  9. JingleMarch 11, 2011 at 7:27 AM

    that's exactly how I feel the ghost as a child, referring to your first paragraph.

    well done.
    :)

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 11, 2011 at 10:29 AM

    Oh my goodness! What a great true story. Scary - I love when you come in "dressed in daylight". Good one, Pamela!

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  11. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Annell, I managed to write smoothly, to something
    that terrified me as a child. She would never
    leave me alone.

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  12. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:48 PM

    Chilling it was, Sherry.

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  13. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:49 PM

    Yes, she was, Kim.

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  14. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    Yes, rinkly, the imagination of a child.

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  15. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    Thanks, Lynette.

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  16. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    Yes, she was. My sister saw her and brother
    was tormented by her.

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  17. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    Ollie, she was chilling for me.
    Not a happy ghost.

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  18. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    They're everywhere, Jingle.

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  19. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 2:01 PM

    Sherry, my sister saw her more than once in
    the sunroom. True story. My parents bought
    the house from a family whose daughter shot
    herself at the top of the staircase. Not only
    that, the house was built in 1910 and was
    originally a butcher/slaughter house. A beautiful
    house, but, it certainly had some history.

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  20. ElizabethMarch 11, 2011 at 4:37 PM

    What a wonderful piece of writing Pamela. So very evocative. Then to find it is true and the details so clear take on a whole nother level of meaning. You must have felt relief when you could move away.

    Elizabeth

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  21. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 5:01 PM

    Elizabeth, it was a beautiful house with
    3 bedrooms, 2 baths and a huge yard in
    a very nice area of Long Island, but,
    I was terrified in that house at night.
    My father finally told me the story when we moved. My brother stayed behind to sell the house and whatever that was, it scared him to the point of going to our other brother's house in the middle of the night.
    Unsettled spirits do exist.

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  22. Eileen T O'Neill .....March 11, 2011 at 5:28 PM

    Pamela,
    Wonderfully captured image through your words.
    A sad reality .....

    Best wishes, Eileen

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  23. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 5:31 PM

    Yes, Eileen, she was in her twenties and it was
    supposedly over unrequited love.
    Thanks.

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  24. MaryMarch 11, 2011 at 5:57 PM

    Pamela, that is very frightening. In the house we just recently moved from a young man had taken his life too. We heard that after we had moved in. It gave me an eerie feeling. I never felt his presence though, but it saddened me greatly...especially when I heard the story. Your poem was very good. Realistic. Eerie.

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  25. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 7:02 PM

    Mary, that is why my father never mentioned it
    to me while we lived there, thank goodness. I was
    always waking up in the middle of night and
    going/running to my parents' bedroom. Of course they said "it is just a bad dream, go back to bed". When I found out the truth, well, I am not
    sure if I was really relieved.

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  26. FireblossomMarch 11, 2011 at 7:03 PM

    I love how she changes with the surroundings. Poor thing, I hope she finds peace. (see how real you made her seem to me?)

    PS--Angie is so cute!!!

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  27. flaubertMarch 11, 2011 at 7:13 PM

    Yeah, Shay, she was a sly one. I hope that she
    has found peace, because if not, she is tormenting
    the family that lives there now.
    Angie is a cute one, poor thing she was abandoned
    on the streets here, barely 7 months old.
    I hate people who do that.

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  28. EllaMarch 11, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    I love this, the apparition adapts! Well Done~

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  29. PeggyMarch 12, 2011 at 2:00 PM

    Very scary indeed. Have you ever tried to paint her? I think you said somewhere you paint as well as write. The poem is well done too--imaginative and yet conveys a creepy mood.

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  30. Madeleine Begun KaneMarch 12, 2011 at 2:46 PM

    Was it in Amityville? Or was it a different Long Island haunted house?

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  31. flaubertMarch 12, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    One can only hope, Ella.

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  32. flaubertMarch 12, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    Peggy, I am not sure I would want to,
    maybe she'll come find me.

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  33. flaubertMarch 12, 2011 at 9:24 PM

    ha ha ha! No, Madeleine, not Amityville but, the south shore just the same.

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  34. ninotazizMarch 13, 2011 at 7:41 PM

    Dear Pamela,

    I love little stories in poetry. Dressed in mystery.

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  35. flaubertMarch 13, 2011 at 9:10 PM

    Thanks, nino:)

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