The Christmas Ghost

 There was a commotion in the attic, A creaking of boards, the scuffling of feet. The ruckus drowned out all except my pounding heartbeat. I cowered below my covers like a mouse,  As shadows crept over my room, And listened as the scraping noises Made their way down the chimney breast. I was seven years old and this was the most […]

Midnight Misdemeanour

 I’ve a chill down my back It creeps along my spine Like witch’s fingers, Feeling for a weakness, Probing for a place to insert the knife. What have I done to deserve such treatment, I am a good person, am I not? My dark secret is from moons ago. A midnight misdemeanour was mine. A dark night: A cat; A car; A bin bag; A lie. The old lady […]