I hate going down to our basement... I knew that something was out there... sitting on one dark corner and is alive... Watching me as I stood from the door... I could just feel something watching me intently... It scares me... I never want to go back there... I never want to be there... But my abusive step mother loves to lock me up down there... ...hear me cry and be miserable... ...and I can feel that 'something' is just watching me... ...hiding in the dark... I'm scared of it... Whatever it was... I know that it was going to come to me soon...