.I was in my house…Romer Road, 28.

I was all alone, it was dark and late.

Suddenly I had a cold, strange feeling.

I was compelled to look at the ceiling.

And so I looked up, and staring at me.

The face of a man, I could clearly see.

He was about 40…he had blond hair.

Sadness I could sense, it filled the air.

He did not speak, his visit was short.

So it was never clear, what he sought.

A man hung himself a few houses away.

He was that man, as spirits can stray.

He strayed into my house on that night.

And then he vanished quickly out of sight.

 

(This is a true story based on the account of a good friend of mine)