Jul
22
2013
Shadowy Places
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I remember my grandmother’s basement.
Steep steps led down to a low ceiling-ed cement cave.
Or so it seemed to me as a little girl.
There was that familiar basement smell.
There were many odd noises.
The old furnace was tucked way in the back corner.
I would never go over there.
It was too dark…too shadowy.