615 North Street

Boom. Boom. Boom.
The rhythmic sound wakes me
From a deep, peaceful sleep
What could it be?
It's the middle of the night!
I'm alone in my apartment

Boom. Boom. Boom.
I get up slowly to investigate
The room is dark
The hour is late
Fear makes its way inside
And finds me where I'm standing

That terrible sound!
How do I make it stop?
Run and scream?
Flag down a cop?
It's 3 AM!
I'm alone in my apartment

The floor vibrates; the windows shake
Reluctantly, I cross the room
Am I testing fate?
Will I meet my doom?
My horror realized
It's coming from the alley door

Am I dreaming?
My heart begins to race and pound
Is it me?
Is my fear the sound?
In this old building
That once was a convent

I place my hand on the cursed door
Terrified of what it may be
A ghostly messenger?
A macabre delivery?
I don't really want to know
So I stand there draped in fear

Time slowly passed; the booming faded
Who or what was at my door?
On the alley side
On the second floor
Of a former convent next to a church
That I now call my home

Time for me to pack my things
Sleep paralysis, nightmares
I wanted to leave
I had my fill of midnight scares
And the rhythmic booms that shook the rooms
Of that dreadful, old apartment

"Aren't you glad you moved out?
It sure is a creepy, old place.
It's haunted, you know."
Wish you'd seen the look on my face!
I'm glad I didn't open that door
I kept it shut till it boomed no more

Stay away from 615 North Street!