the unknown

abbeycrews

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 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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