Based on True Events! Read at your own risk.

 

For some reason I was alone that night.

In a 3 bedroom apartment only 1 had lights.

Devoid of my sleep whom I had strangely met earlier,

Devil’s workshop, my mind started the game, “Wrong or Right?”.

Whilst I was hovering over ancient subjects,

Door to my room squeaked open.

Never had I ever been so perplexed,

And then that ghastly silence got broken.

 

“Still awake, I see. I thought I’ll find you asleep,

Is today different somehow?, because

Usually you are sound asleep.”

I lost my voice and my choice,

And locked were my eyes.

A devilish figure was in rejoice,

While I kept reminding myself, these are all lies.

Pulled a chair and sat right across me,

A face I can never assimilate.

Said he was I, here to see me,

And customize my fate.

He looked like the evil I see in me,

Grimly smile with the perfect word.

Nudged so that I turn my head,

There I was, sleeping on my bed.

It was a meeting of the ghost and the spirit,

Who both come at night.

One helps to build while the other only exhibits,

My talk with a ghost was basically every Wrong or Right.