It’s always in the basement
It’s always in the basement: the crazy aunt who cackles head in a hatbox smiling as a snake does before it bites you deformed child that moans for attention squatting by boxes sorry about what happens later hulking machinery and appliances that whirl thump and squish cobweb-shaggy corners dark concealed spaces tiny chittering glee made by things that will eat you maybe before you’re dead gargoyles, goblins and gremlins, oh my Skelebunnies, […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 