Ghost

A ghost is here,
With its strange presence near.
It is faceless,
With its color pale,
It has claws instead of nails.
It is a spirit,
coming from another world,
Just rarely saying a word.

But don't fear,
It is friendly,
And it wants only a candy.
I will give him one,
Little ghost, Hang on!
I hurry home,
And took a candy,
then ran back to the ghost.

Then I turned back:
Why don't I give him the entire stack?
I took the basket,
And ran back to the ghost,
Then gave him the things
He wanted most.
He was grateful,
and thanked it to me.
Then he took the candy,
and managed to flee.