The spectre roamed the corridors in the darkness 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 secure, no-one would set foot through this door.
Then one Halloween our ghost heard outside the sound, of footsteps upon the ground.
Upstairs it peered down into the hall, to see the visitors come to call.
TV crew, cameras and well known faces, so-called investigators of such haunted places.
To search for evidence they stay, having none of this our spirit faded away…