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Never forget the time my friend bought herself a pair of tiny sun glasses and turned into the female version of 18 year old joe

#bohemian rhapsody #john deacon #joe mazzello #joseph francis mazello iii #joseph francis mazzello #wooly boys #dopelganger

so I found Awstens doppelgänger on tinder today??

Meet Daniel:

#its uncanny to me #like just give him purple hair and this is Awsten #even the picture is Awsten like #Awsten #Awsten Knight #Otto Wood #Goeff Wigington #Waterparks #Waterparks band #tinder #this is wild #dopelganger

The Attic Door

As a child you walked up and down those old creaking stairs You skipped and jumped, taking two at a time Playing hopscotch up to some dusty heaven But beyond the last few steps There was only yellow, musty wallpaper And a locked door, narrow and small At first, you were both tempted and reluctant It was forbiding and it felt forbidden But in the end you did touch it You pushed and you pulled but it never did open Yet something was behind, you could feel its presence Maybe another child, like you, just big enough to fit through there Familiar but not quite a friend yet, it seemed to laugh at you At your failure to penetrate its secret hideout

So you sat with you back to the door, and listened carefully The whispers slithered between the splinters of the wood The voice was high and sweet and it was all-knowing Yet it refused to tell all its mischievous truths At times it was naughty and you would walk away But lonely as you were, you would always come back And the longer you stayed, the louder the voice got It said all sorts of things. It spoke of the neighbours The strangers down the street, even your mum and dad

Eventually, it got strong enough to follow you around Its silent footsteps echoed inside the walls when you were called down for dinner At night it sat inside your closet, staring invisibly towards your bed It seemed to know the house much better than you did It knew where Dad hid the Easter candy and the box of matches How to open the highest cabinet where Mum locked the soaps and detergents It wanted to play all sorts of games, some funnier than others But it left you no choice, it wouldn't let you sleep So you snuck out of bed and wandered the corridors at night Discreet as a shadow, and silent as your friend You don't quite remember what you did together During those late hours when the house was all yours Your memory of childhood are blurry around this time It's all disjointed imagery: the blue neon light in the bathroom, The tatty carpeting of the hallway, And that darker shape on the wall where a frame used to hang. All you know is every remembrance strangely comes with the smell of smoke And at some point, your parents decided to move out You never knew quite why

Later, years and years later, you passed by your old street The house was still for sale and you found yourself too curious to walk by You would just have a look, for the sake of old times So you climbed up the familiar stairs Not skipping but at a grown-up pace Everything looked smaller than it had been before As it does for every adult tracing back their footsteps You were not a child anymore You looked back fondly on this place On its shifting shadows in the corner of your eyes On the tricks it would play on your imaginative mind Nothing had changed, the house seemed to have been waiting for you It was all there, the old yellow paper and the dry creaking floor But once you reached the top, your smile turned to shiver There never was a door.

Thank you @vagabondprophet for prompting me with “Attics boarded up”, it ended up as more of a poetic creepy pasta than a regular poem, but I hope you still enjoyed it.