Her reflection

It comes and goes

As it pleases

The air is colder

I'm counting the footsteps

As I

Slowly pace this God-forsaken place

What if I can't escape?

5 books, 2 steps, the bed

Where she once lay

The chair

That passageway

Wasn't here before

Perhaps she's come out to play?

Should I follow?

Would I make it?

Here's one chance

Shall I take it?

Down, down

Beneath the floor

I hear the screams of those before


Are you calling me?

My darling,

Why are you so sad?

I'm here

Take me with you


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