I reached the top stair and I lay there on the floor, my chest heaving and my skin dampened with perspiration. I was tired and wanted to sleep. I rolled over to stand up and felt the chill of the basement floor again, it was slowly rolling up the stairs, it reached for my feet but I drew them up under me. I heard the shuffling then, and felt the cold air draw up over my lap. I looked over the top stair down into the darkness, I could see the hole. My monster smelled like beer and diesel fuel, I’d always remember the feel of the cold linoleum against my face as my monster dragged me back to my bed.

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