IT CAN'T BE A GHOST!

A phantom floats through the ghostly gloom
Of your empty hall and living room,
And who can tell what he's trying to find,
Wailing with the sound of rushing wind.
It can't be a ghost, you say to yourself
Looking over the window sill -
But the world outside is silent and still.

As the phantom flits by outside your room
A ghostly glimmering fills the gloom
And filters through your half-closed door
Filling your mind with doubts once more:
It can't be a ghost, you say to yourself,
Going outside to turn out the light -
But the passageway is black as night.

The phantom steals into your room
And comes up behind you in the gloom.
"Hello" he says with a ghostly groan
And his voice is exactly the same as your own.
It can't be a ghost, you say to yourself,
Creeping up on me like this!
It can't be a ghost...but it is!