Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
A big rambling three story row home where I lived all alone
save for my two cats, who greeted me when I came home
but soon after I moved in I noticed some rather odd events
things got moved around, and the air sometimes so dense
And up on the third floor, a mezuzah hung on a door jamb
could it be to deter an errant ghost from going on the lam?
A rush of cold air greeted me when I entered the room, and
shadows danced before my eyes, amidst the startling gloom
I shivered from the cold, as if a goose stepped on my grave
and then I knew why the cats stayed far, far away
for they never followed me up to this room
only stood at the bottom of the stairs and hissed
It wasn’t until my psychic mother visited and then I knew for sure
she awakened me one morning and told me her vivid dream
A woman was murdered in this house, there’s a ghost living here.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Cool story-poem.
Manayunk like Philadelphia? Did this really happen?
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Yes, it did! I moved to the area when I was promoted to the Plymouth Meeting IKEA. I lived in Narberth for a year, then Manayunk, then Ambler.
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Oh–you did tell me about IKEA. I’d forgotten.
The bridal shower for one of my daughters was in a restaurant in Manayunk.
There’s a podcast called Spooked–your story would fit right in. 🙂
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😊
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A chilling story poem. I am also curious, did this truly happen?
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Yes, it did. Other strange things as well. Thank you.
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Just don’t move that mezuzah!
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Haha! I never did. Left it when I moved.
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Animals know. Seriously, they really do.
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I know. That was not my first ghost encounter. Thank you for stopping by!
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The pesky ghosts can be quite bothersome! Thanks for sharing this and for writing to my prompt!
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It was a great prompt, thanks!
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Errr!!! You wrote a nice creepy poem, Linda. I spent the night in a room where a person had died. That was creepy too, I wished that I hadn’t been told.
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Oooh. Yes, as have I. So strange, right?
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Oops..It may be time to move.
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I did eventually!
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I wonder why ghosts have such a hold on the imaginations of the living.
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Thank you Kerry. There were other strange things that happened during the year I lived there.
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This is such a powerful narrative poem, Linda! I have heard that cats and dogs can instantly sense a presence.
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Thanks Sanaa. Yes, they can.
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