Donatellogirl51402

I saw a ghost on the stairs, And sheets on the tables and chairs, The silverware swam with the sharks in the sink, Even so, I don't know, what to think. You sat against the wall, watching the white sheets that covered the furniture sway slightly. The floor was covered in several layers of dust, and the curtains were drawn tightly over the windows. You let your head fall back against the wall as you sighed. Your gaze fell on the wooden staircase, and memories tugged at your mind. Your father would chase you down those steps, and around the couch, pretending he was a monster. You would laugh and giggle and squeal, and run into the kitchen. Th