Cellar Stairs

June 9, 2010
By Ashley Hurley BRONZE, Jamison, Pennsylvania
Ashley Hurley BRONZE, Jamison, Pennsylvania
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Dark, must, loud
They rattle
Chill me to the bone
No,not stairs to a dungeon
But to my cellar
Leading to a pit of darkness
Filled to the brim with useless junk
HAuling up my cellar stairs,
Its what i do best
I run so fast
No one in the world could catch me.
Thats good,
Cause i run up my cellar stairs
ANd i know someone is chasing me.

The author's comments:
I have always been afraid of my basement. When i run up the stairs, they are so loud it sounds as though i am always being chased.

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