The House is Haunted

The house is haunted

You have to believe me

It doesn’t matter

How many EMF machines

or cameras we set

To catch the ghoul

That made us fools

Doors keep slamming

Floorboards creak

Clocks stop ticking

TV flickering into static 

You and me

Pretend we aren't three

Chills accompany

the dining table we set

out of suspicion and guilt  A knife flies across the room

there it is again

we sit in silence

no one says a word

about the third plate