The ghost

The ghost which came to
my house
Was not as quiet as a mouse
It was tall and thin
And it made a noise like a rattling tin.

It came at midnight
And gave me a terrible fright
I hid behind the cupboard
I saw that the bed had
shivered.

It wore a white sheet
And was tidy and neat
It had big black eyes
That night I heard the squeaking of mice.

Suddenly I heard a
terrible laugh
In which I noticed my
sister's cough
Then I realized it was she
Who had frightened me.

F. Shahama Ikram
(12 years)
Ilma International School