Feb 27, 2016
it was his favourite hideout -- the basement. no one ever really came down here, not unless they needed to. the basement didn’t have the best history in the house. he sat in the middle of the floor, looking off into the darkness he continued to roll back & forth the small ball he used to play with thaddeus. it would always roll back to him.
hearing the basement door open his attention shot towards the stairs that lead down to where he was. an unfamiliar face appeared.
❝ – – who are you? ❞