poltergiest

there was a time
when the dog I had would bark
at one corner of
the room.
staring, the hair on his back
bristling.
baring his teeth viciously.
I looked up to see what he
was looking at, but there
was nothing there.
I stood on a chair and waved
my hand to the area where he
barked, he bolted from the
room, running up the stairs.
I felt my arm in a long sleeve
of cold.
freezing cold air. then it
was gone.