And the rustle of the curtains
Awoke me from my slumber.
I strained my eyes in the darkness
And what did I see?
Moving aside the curtain of night,
It loomed above me.
Paralyzed by fear,
But overcome by curiosity
I stared at the ugly monster
And wondered if it was
The spirit of my ancestor.
Waiting for it to pounce on me,
I closed my eyes and said my prayers.
A whimpering beside me made me sit up.
I switched on the night light
And held my crying baby.
The curtain rustled again,
But the apparition had vanished.