I really like this poem. It pulls me into it's world, with it's today-ness elements of the paranormal shows. I happen to be a fan of those shows as well. I'm a believer of spirits and energy but don't think of myself in the same way that the writer of this poetry does. I especially appreciate the end of the poem, the twist of the spirit that he speaks to. It feels like the ghost stories we would tell on Halloween. It made me smile and think and personally what I really expect from poetry. Take me somewhere, make me feel something other than confusion. This is a poem that reminds me that one can be written like a story. But again I have to ask, what makes a poem a poem?