The Attic

Ethan Mikel St.Amour

I climb into the attic
Something hangs from the ceiling
I freeze in the doorway

A rotting corpse hangs there
Its face turned toward the floor
I hear something whisper

I take one step back
The body slowly raises its head
It whispers my name

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  • sorenbarrett

    Spooky, eerie, dark and well imaged it speaks out of the surreal. Nicely done



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