Creaky stairs full of dread
Shadows lurking in my head
Dare I go or should I stay
I peak my head down, walls of gray
Chipping paint, slivers of wood
Going down I know I should
To do the laundry, wash my clothes
Ignore the smell within my nose
Musty, damp and lacking air
Spooky cobwebs in my hair
Get some courage, run down now
Not sure exactly how
Monsters lurk behind the door
Termites gather on the floor
Hold my breath and count to ten
Run, and trip and topple then
Grab the cord pull it down
Light floods the room
Not a sound
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Whatever I'm thinking at the moment, since that's what writers do. They think and then they write about what they think and then they hope someone likes it.
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