[Stumped]

Here's another composition I wrote some time ago to 'celebrate' the advent of Hallowe'en'

Regards . . . Stumped

Ghosts

They hide inside the wardrobe,
And patter 'cross the floor,
They wander through the corridors,
And rattle on the door,
Though you may never see them,
You'll know that they are there,
For should you chance upon a ghost,
You'll feel it raise your hair.

They steal beneath the carpet,
And bind themselves in chains,
They holler down the chimney stack,
And leave suspicious stains,
Though you may never see them,
You'll know that they are near,
For should you chance upon a ghost,
You'll sense a touch of fear.

They lurk behind the curtains,
And snigger in the dark,
They flit about amongst the trees,
And cause the dog to bark,
Though you may never see them,
You'll know that they are here,
For should you chance upon a ghost,
You're like to shed a tear.

End