The Haunted Table

Updated: Aug 8, 2019

It was a liveliest of gatherings that night

Everyone bore a fake smile

And we all laughed ever so cheerfully

And rolled our eyes all the while

But there was always a certain coldness

And the slightest hint of mistrust

Some when they saw each other

Turned either pale or blushed

Still we carried on and faked blindness

Were good friends for the world to see

In all appearances

A group of friends happy

But the chill seemed to grow ever stronger

And faint whispers of doom

Sent shivers down our spines and raised the hairs of our neck

As they danced about the room

Horrid memories seemed to arise

When we saw someone’s face

So we turned away and made believe

That we were in a different place

But when we were entered the dinning room

We could not run but only stare

For the cold formed ice on the table

And there was a ghost on each chair

May K.