Late at night, a long dark walk through Ayr,
Every noise makes me flinch like the hit of a snare.
Passing buildings, passing people, peculiar shapes in the dark,
Counting minutes that pass slowly, soon I reach the campus park.
Ten more minutes till safety, the path is lit, there’s cctv,
nothing can happen here, surely not to me.
Passing the Uni, almost home, almost there,
Then round the corner I see the biggest scare.
The dimly lit manor house, Craigie they say,
Surrounded by trees in the wind they sway.
Noises grow louder, creaking of wood,
Is that a light in the window?
I thought it’s locked for good.
As I rush on past I try not to glance,
Try not to fall into the Craigie trance.
My shoulders tighten - that was a scream I swear!
Should I stop and listen? Should I go in? Do I dare?
‘Don’t be stupid’ I mumble, it’s just an abandoned old house,
But what if there’s something in the darkness waiting to pounce.
Nearly past the building, the trees become taller,
The darkness even deeper, my breath even shorter.
I feel eyes on my back, I hear footsteps behind,
I break into a run, or a jog of some kind.
Then from one second to the next my vision is clear,
I see the lights of the residence, home is near.
I chuckle and laugh, such a scaredy-cat.
21 and scared of a building, an empty one at that.