Ghosts Never Haunt in the Morning

Ghosts never haunt in the morning,

They say,

Ghosts don't haunt when the sun is shining.

Pray

Explain the blood on my sheets,

Explain the noise that my ear greets

With a feeling of distaste.

Pray, make haste

And explain to me that toe-curling

Chill, 

Explain to me the wind whirling,

And the malicious trill

Emanating from just outside the door,

Or is it from under the floor?

 If ghosts never haunt in the morning

As they say,

If ghosts never haunt when the sun is shining,

Pray,

I ask with a sigh,

Tell me why,

When the sun is in the sky,

Are the ghosts of my past haunting me?