A Cold Ghost

The darkness is taking over my room,
Reaching; scrambling for my flashlight,
Knocking everything off my nightstand,
I finally find it- and flash it on, brightly.

I point it to the darkest corner of my room,
Scared; not knowing what will pop out,
I know I saw something though; standing,
Loud sounds I heard start to fade away.

Tired consuming my eyes and my mind,
I get lazy; and turn off my flashlight,
This is by far one of the Coldest Winters,
Coldest thoughts- leaving me frightened.

Sometimes too frightened to fall asleep;
Too frightened to turn off of glowing light;
Too frightened to even close my eyes,
Sometimes I just can't help it.

I fall back onto my soft cloudy pillow,
Closing my beautiful eyes; drift to sleep,
Cold washes over my tiredsome body,
I wake up in a hot second, to look.

A white clouded outline of...someone;
Someone I've never seen in my life;
Someone who is standing there, loooking-
at me, now I'm really scared and frightened.

I close my eyes and pinch my arm,
Wishing that it was just a scary dream,
I open my eyes once more; nothing,
There is nothing there, in front of my eyes.

I thought I saw a Ghost.