The other night I heard a noise of stifled sobs and whisperings.
I listened and decided it was not a human sound.
Nor had I any animal confined within the premises.
The noises agitated me, and did my wits confound.
I straightaway started on a search to clarify the mystery.
The supernatural noises in the attic seemed to be.
But as I hurried up the stair, the whisperings grew audible
And issued from the cellar. I descended rapidly.
I looked behind the furnace, in the coal bin, the distillery,
But overhead the kitchen floor was creaking fit to break.
And leaping up the cellarway, I thought to trap it easily;
The kitchen was deserted, I had made a huge mistake.
I traversed every room again, and even scanned the vestibule.
The noises all eluded me 'til I was daft, almost.
No matter where I seemed to search, they lured me on persuasively
'Til I was forced to go to bed, and to give up the ghost.