Something lives in the basement.
There it resides in the damp darkness, under the crawl space.
I feel its presence. It is there I know, lurking watching, unseen.
Yet it knows I know of it. It cares not.
It listens, it sees, it feels nothing.
Watching... always watching!
Regretfully, My trips become much less.
I can not accept its presence, no matter!
But I know I must endure.
Until one day it sees me not!
Every dark creaky step, fills me with dread!
I do wish to scream! I bid I will not!
To somehow, overcome, this thing unseen...
I am overwhelmed with an urgency. I yell, I run- not fast enough, not before I see a movement of it, a flash of something dark and sinister coming behind me.
It is doom, doom itself.