Ghosthunting with Longbows

We snaked through hallways
with our backs to the wall
pretending
to hold bows at the ready.

We weren’t ready
to graduate to guns
because they were
cheap
boring
too easy.

Besides everyone knew
the boogieman couldn’t be harmed
by fake bullets.

In buildings
we were meant to be kept from
hiding in old classrooms
when we thought
we heard a noise.

As if someone
a specter or worse
a corpse
had found its way back
condemned to stalk the grounds
of its least favorite place.

In so doing
found us waiting
ready and primed
to be terrified.

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