I am also scared of the wind blowing it
Gets me frightened. The knock on the door?
Who would it be? Ghost or a friend?
I dreamed they will come back again.
Dead people living in my house,
Shouting, screaming and killing.
I woke up, blood dripping on my hand,
'Drip,' 'drip,' 'drip.' Wake up was I awake,
Or still in my dream? Was I trapped?
By Adrees Chohan 8b/En2
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