Reblogged
i remember sitting at the top of the stairs, eyes wide open, fixated on the tiniest crack between the frame and the attic door. Taking in detail of the cobwebs and smoke stain, the individual grains of dirt and grime that smear their way outward from the small square high above the stairs. That sliver of darkness taunting me endlessly about what could lurk beyond the veil. since then my brain had been impregnated with the idea of an entity lurking above our heads at night. Each creak above my bedroom head, a product of this creature moving, waiting for everyone to fall asleep.
