Ghosts

I am almost afraid of the dark in here,
Is there something there or is it fear?
The windows clatter and whine,
I tell myself it's fine.

I sit here on my bed,
In a few seconds would I be dead?
Inside my body my blood is rushing,
Outside the wind is quickly gushing!

Last night I dreamed that I ran,
I heard them talking and saw their plan.
I needed to be punched,
As I woke up I flinched.

What if they came at night?
Would I be able to see the light?
I am sitting in my lovely bed,
I can't forgive them for I am dead.

By Farhana Ali 8HG