Encased in basement shadows where spiders hang from ceiling corners like dead men hang upon the gallows, stirs the ghost of a forgotten child- his body rots in a shallow grave, but still his eyes are glowing wild.
Sitting alone in harmless study, I saw his eyes before me burning- for what rage still held him home like an arrow lodged inside his brain, my stomach set to churning in helpless wonder of his pain.
Sweating and frantic, I called out: “what is this visitation about? Begone, if you mean to do me harm!” Fixed upon the air alone, those emeralds held their bitter tone, and from the dark there stretched an arm.
It held my shoulder, and in alarm a scream bellowed from all around that froze my body to the ground. Then the eyes flew through the floor, and the scream flew out the door- and I don't go down there anymore.