Sixth sense
What then
First a cold feeling
Like a finger down your back
Then a sudden shaking
All through you
You look up at a statue
A big stone man
And small boy
Suddenly
You are sure that there are eyes watching you
You turn slowly and look at the empty windows
You turn
Of the great moonlit house
Then the moon goes back behind the clouds
Turn
And you run
And as you run
You hear strange
Run
Frightened voices
What you also hear
And will remember always