I Walked through his dusty old basement
Me and my old beaten up flashlight
I barely could see a thing
Questioning if he’s actually dead
I Mean nobody ever knew what had happened to the poor old man
” Man i just want this investigation to be closed”, i had said so heavily under my breath
I walked by and i seen a state id card with a young man on it
He was kinda handsome,kinda familiar
I picked it up and put it in a plastic bag
A little further i had walked and seen children toys ,that also consisted of building blocks
Wondering who and what he kept down here
Wondering if his disappearance was just an accidental mistake
There was an arrow pointing up
But the staircase went down
Suddenly my emotions changed as i walked down the creaky old staircase
every shoe crushed a beetle
i held my breath…
because i knew what i smelled was unnatural
and i wondered if this is the stairway
to
hell.
-abbeycrews-
- Author: abbeycrews ( Offline)
- Published: October 10th, 2016 08:05
- Comment from author about the poem: i hope you guys like it i tried my best
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 28
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