Reposted from: here #Down in the cellar, under the stairs. Lives a strange monster That frequently scares. It grumbles and moans And clatters about. I imagine it has A terrible snout. It’s bright red eyes Glow in the gloom, Make the basement A horrible red eery room. You can’t go down there. You mustn’t, it’s
Reposted from: here Megan died first. We’d lost track of time so I don’t know when it was but she was the first to leave. He stopped tying us up after then so we huddled together as much as we could. For warmth. Companionship. Never been friends before. Obviously we knew each other from school.
Reposted from: here John did not relish this one bit. The Wardens of Newgate had directed him to Keeper Abermarle, a disreputable-looking man whose face was a mess of jowls, whiskers and sneers. Abermarle’s office was sparsely fitted out with a battered desk and two hard wooden chairs. Scores of ledgers lay stacked on the
Reposted from: here I met myself as I was getting into the lift last week. I also met myself as the doors opened on the sixth floor. I had meant to go down to the basement, but the lifts here are a little wonky and they had gone up to eight instead. When I heard
Mother had always said that things had a time and a place. When the time of things grew short in the waning light of day, Mother would scoop the no-longer up to her bosom. “It ain’t of the world no more, child,” she’d sigh, “it’s for the darkness now.” She’d open the door under the