| they came out of the walls and burnt the dry pieces of whatever that was lying on the floor all curled up and crying until the evening came to say why there was no light in that deepened cradle where everyone seemed to go to be the next one not to be a name that people could remember or a ghost that someone will say that they saw leaping off the gables of a place that just seems to be alone as much as the little boy down the street who said that a monster ate his sneakers and a ghoul was under the blanket in his closet which seemed to be entirely possible when we were at a church that time in a quiet town and she held her breath until we all saw stars and heard a quiet little voice calling me to the end of the hallway in a house that I can somewhat remember from when I was small but the place always seemed to breathe as the woman did not which puzzled everyone to the point of leaving to another random tunnel where a figure was seen running though he didn't want to go there as I could tell in his tripping that seemed to suggest that it wanted to escape the creatures that climb through windows and wake a and steal lives and drawings from the wall to beg the question of whether or not the walls can hold in the scarry ones that he can hear crawling up and down all through the night and sometimes day though the day is always too warm for whatever it is under the stairs in the basement making those noises. |