Posted April 29th, 2010 at 5:01 pmNo Comments Yet
The third floor, it was forbidden
One day, the door was open
I knew I must know,
What it was that was hidden.
I plunged into the dark hall,
Roaming through the untouched rooms.
Suddenly, I heard the large metal doors,
The elevator had opened and keys I heard.
The slow footsteps gave me a scare,
I ran into a closet and crouched by the wall.
My heart was pounding. My pants were wetting.
The footsteps stopped, the doorknob turned.
The door opened. It closed.
My heart nearly stopped, I barely escaped the setting.
The footsteps resumed and headed back.
I remained in the closet and waited some more.
I rushed to the stairwell and headed back to class
Drilling me with questions, I began to panic.
I explained that I was in the bathroom.
After a while, the inquiry stopped.
For now, they had seized their attack.