Snap. Crack
Here we go once more
A new horror begins
Now behind the basement door
.
A moan, a howl, a whimper
Such horrible, awful sounds
Something struggles to get free
The door swells with its pounds
.
Slowly I reach for the knob
A fiery heat meets my hand
Shakily, I open the door
What I see you could never understand
.
It’s small little creature with
Enormous, bloodshot eyes
No teeth and brown, leathered skin
The thing has seen me- it’s too late to hide
.
Then it runs
Over to the corner
The stairs creak
As I begin to lower
.
Spider webs hang from the ceiling
Eerie shadows grow and loom
Where has the thing gone?
My eyes wildly zoom
.
I’ve found it, hunched over a pile
Of discarded items lost
Lost like memories with time,
It wants me to see old things bought
.
It points to a small, dark antique book
Eyes are widen as his wrinkled finger lifts
Then something falls from above and hits me on the head
And I awake looking out the window as the snow drifts
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