The spectre roamed corridors in the deep dark of the night.
No living being to scare with wail or knocking or some such fright.
The house had stood empty for several years, the owners fleeing from their fears.
Leaving building with all contents behind, for out of sight was out of mind.
None would again set foot through the door until one dark Halloween, the sound of footsteps upon the floor gave alarm to our spectre yet unseen.
Upstairs, it peered down into the hall to see that visitors came to call.
TV crew, cameras, well known faces, so-called investigators of haunted places.
To search for evidence they would no doubt stay and having none of this,
the spirit faded away…