Sonnet to a ghost

An assignment for school. Never liked poetry but this I actually enjoyed! Hope you like it

Never did I see the ghost
Only heard the wailing screams
In the corridor of my house which was its host
Both when awake and in my dreams

There would be only one scream,
Then the sounds would start
The only light I had was a single moonbeam,
The only sound I made came from my beating heart

I would listen to the sounds moving slowly towards my door.
My heart beating faster and my eyes open wide,
I would then hear footsteps on my floor,
the ghost was inside!

My house has now been quiet for more than a year,
but I am still afraid that the ghost will reappear