At night I'd be awaken from my sleep.
I'd hear old radio broadcast static.
I would think maybe I left on a tv.
Until sounds started coming from the attic.

My nights went on like this and
only grew to be more erratic.
A knock, a voice, a small strange noise,
scared me before I could grow to understand it.
Residual haunts of the past that taunts
or was it after all intelligent?

Fun fact, I grew up in an old farm home that was used for funerals in the early 1900s. Shit happened to me there.

Call me, Zak Bagans
😘
Hottest man on Earth....

Rawr...