The Clicker's Home

• Taisha Ahmed, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2022

As I strolled past the oldest home on our street,
The sound of clicking fills the air.
the long expired grass looming over the concrete,
It's nicknamed 'The house of despair.'

I’ve heard rumors that this is a place,
where dozens of spirits lurk.
I always step past with a steady pace,
yet it never seems to work.

Still every time I walk by,
The horrific sound of clicking becomes more thunderous.
I can’t help but run and cry,
Nobody finds the place wonderous.

I always considered moving away,
but that would make me look like a fool.
I should be brave, so I'll do something today.
I'll go and face that ghoul.