Basements have always haunted me.
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This photo. Todays photo. Day 5 of photo for a day: Ten photo’s in ten days. It was early morning. I should have been in work but I slept in….without guilt. Outside it was the death of leaves on the trees. Downstairs the basement waited for me in quiet chilled silence.
What has it been about basements that have always turned my skin?
The aloneness. The mystery. The hanging lightbulbs. The creepy creking sounds even when there is NOBODY there.
These stairs…not solid really…almost dangerous…certainly deadly…calling me…sucking me in. Someone. Some THING is down there. I just know it.