In the middle of the night,
I awakened in my bed,
tiny rapping sound,
At my side and overhead.
I lay quite still and listened,
Such persistent little
I wondered as I lay there,
Should I answer those taps back.
But I stayed there, as if frozen,
Too scared to move
My room grew quiet as a tomb,
I heard no further sound.
I closed my eyes and grit my teeth,
And lay there, as in
Sure enough, before I dozed off,
The taps did replicate.
And as the taps began again,
Once more I felt
Who or what was in my wall?
Were those raps an S. O. S?
In fear, I sprang up to my feet,
Oh dear, what should be
I grabbed my bedside telephone,
And dialed Nine - One - One.
But, as I called, the tapping ceased,
I listened more
I put the phone back in its place,
Quietly and gently.
To not disturb the ambience,
I moved about on
Not another call came from my wall,
No need for my bravado.
The next night when I went to bed,
I geared myself for
And I listened all night through,
But there was no further
In the morning, a hint of smell,
Whence its source, I could not tell,
But I did not want a
By afternoon, the smell had grown,
Was stronger and more
I had to open vents and doors,
The need for air was urgent.
I sniffed out the house, as best I could,
And, from some
place within my wall,
A foul smell did emanate,
And was pervasive
Nine - One - One offered me no help,
Nor the Fire
Department, or Police,
What a dilemma - what a pickle!
How to make this
bad smell cease?
I called my neighbors for advice,
There was little they
Try perfume or cologne,
Or deodorizer spray.
I tried all that, but what they did,
Was just disguise the
Which by now was even stronger,
And really smelled like -
The Board of Health got wind of this,
They tried to close
They said something must have died inside,
A possum or a
Exterminators were too busy,
They could not come at
It seemed nobody cared,
About the dead thing in my wall.
I shook my fist, "Oh dead thing,
Why did you hide
You could have just as easily,
Gone outside and died!"
My last resort - a carpenter,
Whose name, he said, was
He carefully, methodically,
Began removing boards.
George made great, gawking holes,
Within my walls of
Which did not solve the problem,
Just made the smell spread
Next George attacked the ceilings,
And the attic
He poked and probed, look high and low,
And still found nothing
One by one, my shingles went,
My whole roof
When my walls did go, like Jericho,
George, too, got out of
No roof - no walls - no house - no George,
Just an odor in
A hurtful, cruel reminder,
That something once was there.
I stood and gazed upon my space,
With tears, I looked
Not one shred of evidence,
As to what had died upon my
Now, the moral to my story,
(And I hope that this sinks
Is pay attention to night noises,
And seek out their origin.
If there comes a tapping in your wall,
Get up and instantly
The unknown thing within there then,
May pursue a different
It may return from whence it came,
Or leave by another
In any event, it may be scared,
And be very apt to scoot.
You don't want to lose your house or home,
Or be driven from your flat,
So my advice to you is this,
Go out and get a
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis