Ghosts

A sonnet about a ghost or is it.

I sit and i sense a shiver down my spine
It was as if a ghost had entered the room
I try to forget as i drink red wine
And then i sit there in my chair in gloom

I feel this horibble shiver again
my head spinning around when i'm in bed
The pain and the strain to this it led
And now there is more of this such pain

I now feel terrified and worried
Just as i am about to go to sleep
I see a big shaddow so i hurried
I grabbed my big white pillow that i keep

I picked up the pillow and whacked the ghost
I found out it was my mum i love the most.