My Paranoia is Growing

In this dark bridge and path

I hear an extra pair of footsteps

Moving swiftly in the silence

The Ghost is following behind me

In this dark street and district

I hear heavy breezes

Flowing down my back

The Ghost is exhaling behind me

In this dark porch and house

I hear the creaking of the stairs

Screeching abruptly with each step

The Ghost is creeping up behind me

My paranoia is gone

In the open door of this house

I hear the panting, searching for a drink

The dog is following behind me