I was sure it was there when I entered it was standing quite still on the floor.

With a piece of red string to secure it - this I saw when I opened the door.

When I looked for it there in the darkness I could hear the thing moving around.

One minute up there on the ceiling the next it was down on the ground.

If push come to shove I'd confront it - I would stand up and act like a man.

But I run to the door to escape it, and the knob came away in my hand.

I was quite as a mouse is when frightened - just like fungi on petrified wood.

Well I couldn't be sure it was friendly as it sidled to near where I stood.

My knees and my teeth played a rhythm, and the hairs on my neck stuck out straight.

This all started at half past eleven, and lasted till quarter to eight.

I could tell when it left, I could sense it, and was pleased to be rid of the thing.

When I switch on the light to be certain, all I saw was a piece of red string.