The Haunted Table
By May Kwek
It was a liveliest of gatherings that night
Everyone bore a fake smile
And we all laughed ever so cheerfully
And rolled our eyes all the while
But there was always a certain coldness
And the slightest hint of mistrust
Some when they saw each other
Turned either pale or blushed
Still we carried on and faked blindness
Were good friends for the world to see
In all appearances
A group of friends happy
But the chill seemed to grow ever stronger
And faint whispers of doom
Sent shivers down our spines and raised the hairs of our neck
As they danced about the room
Horrid memories seemed to arise
When we saw someone’s face
So we turned away and made believe
That we were in a different place
But when we were entered the dinning room
We could not run but only stare
For the cold formed ice on the table
And there was a ghost on each chair
Copyright © 2015 by May Kwek
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