Ghost of jealousy

There's a rockin' in the chair and
There's no one sitting there.

There's a creeking on the floor,
Blood splattered on the door.

Screaming throughout the halls,
I hear the girl should have been mine.

Teaming with fear my family tremble,
Gloomy rooms with shattered glass all around.

It isn't fair on me, what's that
pulling at my hair?

I hide in the basement and
things get worse.

I see a flicker of light
But it's not a way out.

I gets closer to me and I say
"Tell me, are you the ghost of jealousy?"

By Theo Pitter 8b/En2