• I climb down the stairs, slowly,
    A glimpse of Chuckie runs through my mind,
    I flip on the lights,

    The room remains covered in darkness,
    I start to panic,
    I feel someone here,
    It’s eyes bearing on my soul,
    By the corner of my eye, I see a shadow jump,

    My hear races,
    I hear footsteps behind me,
    A cold breeze brushe against my face,
    The hair on my arms, stands up straight,

    I race up the stairs,
    I slam the door shut,
    I put the chain on,
    I take a deep breath,
    This is my basement.