I’ve been in my home for 32 years.
I am now 55 years-old.
My door has not been opened by hands other than my own.
It was quiet and easy. It was still and soundless.
Until they came.
They came in the night.
As silent as a graveyard
As quick as a doormouse
The quiet turned into screams
Horrible screams really. Like a horror movie
My door remained shut.
Days passed and then weeks.
Then it was quiet again.
The silence, it’s slowly killing me
But…if I had to go
I’d rather do it with my door closed
-Ghostwife
Ghost Wife Poems 