Here's a spooky poem?

" Old Bill "

Standing in the water,

Quite and still,

When a voice from behind,

"Ello","My name's Bill.

I tried to ignore,

What I thought I had heard,

'twas the time of dawn chorus,

It must be a bird.

You've caught some nice fish,

The voice sounding cold,

I used to fish here,

When I was old.

The voice and the words,

Were making me shiver,

So I turned 'round to speak,

And looked up from the river.

But there on the bank,

As if in thin air,

"Old Bill " was gone,

There was nobody there