Knock-knock… who’s there? Not me… not you… Something breathing in the hallway, Doing dramatic horror acting too. Lights flicker like they paid the electric bill late, My fridge opens slowly like it’s trying to intimidate. The floor creaks once, then twice, then three— Even the ghost is counting louder than me. Boom—BRAAAM—lights drop, something hits the floor, I scream, the ghost screams, we both sprint for the door. If you hear a ding, that’s not a text— That’s the demon practicing sound effects. Tip-toe… tip-toe… Don’t look back… don’t say hello… I looked back. I said hello. He waved politely, real mellow. The mirror glitches—shows me dancing wrong, Like my reflection’s auditioning for a spooky TikTok song. The closet door opens with a dramatic BRAAAM, Even the ghost yells, “Bro, chill with the sub-bass slam!” Boom—BRAAAM—floor shakes, panic in the vents, Something doing parkour in my air-conditioning vents. If you hear a clack, that’s not a rat— That’s the demon wearing tap-dance flats. I said, “Ghost, chill.” Ghost said, “No.” I said, “Please?” Ghost said, “Bro…” Then he unplugged my Wi-Fi slow. That’s when I knew this wasn’t a show. The hallway whispers like it’s gossiping tea, The shadow on the wall starts roasting me. It said, “Nice haircut,” I said, “Thanks, I guess?” Then it said, “No really, it’s a supernatural mess.” Boom—BRAAAM—window shakes, thunder in the sink, Something in the basement asking for a drink. If you hear a thump, that’s not the cat— That’s the demon doing CrossFit, getting jacked. The TV turns on with a horror cliché, But it’s just my playlist from yesterday. The ghost starts dancing, doing the worm, Honestly? His form is pretty firm. I said, “Ghost, stop.” Ghost said, “Why?” I said, “You’re scaring me.” Ghost said, “Same, guy.” Then he floated up and hit the ceiling fan, Spinning like a paranormal ceiling fan stan. Knock-knock… who’s there? Still not me… still not you… But someone breathing right behind you… And they want snacks too.
