Sometimes grown ups tell you that ghosts aren’t real
Then you’ll hear a rustle
And then want a huggle
They tell you to settle down in your little bed
After red blood oozes out of your wall
Then you’ll feel a little, small touch
Your head turns back
Fingers are ready for attack
You run out of bed, flinging your duvet on the floor
Then you see some more
You think zombies roam the world
But nothing has proved they do…
Can you…?