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At The Top Of The Stairs

by LJChaplin

The lights go out as another day Draws to a close, In the distance sirens of an ambulance Ripples through the stillness Of the night, I ache, I'm tired, But I'm restless. The staircase extends beyond my feet, Up into a blank space Where light cannot reach And darkness can wait For me to enter. I can feel its eyes on me, Fixated on my body As I approach the first step. I don't know why, But the lingering presence Is always there, As if it waits with arms crossed And draped against my bedroom door, It sense my fear and I sense its intent: To creep into my mind, To feed off the chaos that stirs Each and every day.
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LJChaplin
22 / M / English
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Written by
LJChaplin
22 / M / English
Published
Apr 14, 2015
Time
2m
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#fear#ghost#stairs#watching
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