Shadows [Creative]

The house creaks and groans

around me and I am an intruder

in this shell of a building

that seems to move and whisper

with every breath.

I am alone,

But somewhere, behind the walls

are the whispers of the past,

the memories sewn into the fabric

of the building and it makes

me shiver.

The musty smell of cold stone

and old dark wood

and the everlasting polish

seems only to grow stronger

the longer I stand here.

I am afraid – but I should

not be, for ghosts

do not scare.