On a cold dark night at around 2, While reading and enjoying my hot brew, I heard a knock on the main door And a fading sound of walking shoes. Alarmed and awake I asked for a name, But nobody replied, no sound came, I took my gun and headed towards the door, And hoped that I won't have to use my aim. On the other side, laid a small letter, Who wrote it?, God knows better. I picked it up and went to my room, To read and understand the entire matter. "Hello my friend, my name is Paul, You don't know me but I know all, I lived here way before you did, In the room right by the hall. I hope you are doing well, Your poems always have a story to tell, I know you must be very curious right now, Does the attic still have that smell? Don't be scared you are all alone, I am the one whose house you now own, Just wanted to let you know about me, A past owner who now sleeps by the stone." Eyes became wide and hands started to shake, Was I dreaming or was I really awake? Till date that night raises so many questions, A letter addressed to the house by the lake.