Bear in mind that one man’s creepy is another man’s laff riot. However, I’ve always thought that this little bit from Hugh Mearns (aka William Hugh Mearns) was creepier than most any poem I have ever read:
Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today
I wish that man would go away.
Just think about it. You’re coming downstairs in your house and meet someone who isn’t there. Who is he? What is he? Why is he in your house? What does he want there? Will he go away? Has he always been there? Are there more like him? Is there a way to become like him? Are you starting down that path? Half way there?
And, perhaps more importantly, will you meet him in other, more private places? And what does he think of meeting you?
So many little questions for such a little poem. As a kid, I had a book of poems with it in it. It’s haunted me for years…