Ghostomp

When I wake up at night I don't turn on lights
like most do.
I float off the ground, feel my way around
like ghosts do.

Count the stairs for no reason,
Ghastly fast passing the doorway
double eyes
double ears
but all you can feel is the dead weight on your head
the scared air on the tips of your lips

My sister whispered,
"Why are you looking outside?"
I lied, "It's better than my feet"
I asked her,
"Why are you looking inside?"
she said because of t.v.

Three hard knocks, ghostomps.
"I'm one of those!" I howl.
They don't hear me though.