Furniture would move
across the floor
drawers found open,
and slamming doors.
The supernatural started
manifested itself
showing up in Harriets dreams.
With nightmares nightly
and her artist touch
she recreated them with her brush
Yellow dress
a red pinafore
the mummified lady wore
And on her face
was a look of distaste
that was of pure terror

The day came forth
when the painting took on
a life all of its own
To her surprise
In front of Harriet's eyes
a mustache it had grown
On William street
the rumors spread fast
about that horrific painting
Rumors were whispered
about a murderous butcher
and a body stashed
in a wall

The Fredricksons searched
their 12 room home
and they found
a false wall hidden
In behind it lay
the bedroom of
the lady Harriet had painted
Soon after that,
the family moved out
too much had happened to them
And in the seventies
a mysterious fire
destroyed that house
to ashes
The home is gone,
but the story lives on
Of a murdered wife
in Frederickson home town

This poem written by me is based on a true story.
From the book "Ghosts of British Columbia"