As I take my first steps down the seamlessly endless stairs-
with my heart almost jumping out of my chest with fear and suspense
I slowly tiptoe down the creaking steps leading to the basement
And find that I arrive at my destination
I look around– my heart racing
Thinking that the end is near
That something or someone is following me-
watching my every move, and waiting for the perfect time to attack.
I was only asked to get the broom from the basement–but this feels like a sick nightmare.
I quickly grab the broom from the place where that someone was lurking
And I run as quickly as I can, racing up the endless set of stairs, hoping to get out of the terrifying nightmare- and I find myself up the endless steps
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