The ghosts of my mind

But there's no one there (a poem)

I walk up the crunching gravel path.
Past the foreboding metal gate.
A light flickers in one of the windows.
But there's no one there.

I approach the door.
I turn the brass knob.
It creaks letting the house know I'm here.
I see a shadow in the dark hallway.
But there's no one there.

I feel the velvety carpet.
I see the cobwebs on the walls.
I hear footsteps on the old abandoned stairs.
But there's no one there.

But I feel the breath against my neck.
I feel the brush against my leg.
But I'm to late.
Because there is someone there.