I don't believe in ghosts.

However, the concept is interesting.

I imagine that things that happen are caused by ghosts:

Doors shutting

as if someone who lost an argument passed by,

when I'm home alone

cold breezes like night air

in a room with no windows.

It’s fun to say that ghosts are to blame.

But,

Out of all those occurrences 

there’s one thing in my life

I cannot blame on anything else.

It keeps itself quiet,

like an intruder in the night

It hides away,

dancing out of my sight.

At night

shadows in the corner of my room.

My room is caked in darkness

that corner is darker, almost vantablack.

Disappears when eyes linger.

The difference of shade

I almost lose sleep.

Almost, of course,

as we all know ghosts aren’t real.