Staircase

Beneath the staircase, In the dark, Is a monster. The owners of the house Laugh, When asked about the noises Coming from the staircase. The rattles, the moans, They say: Oh that’s just our little monster, With a wink. It is dark beneath the staircase. Eyes blink, Screams ring out, Walls, shake, The owners of the house Keep the staircase boarded up tight So the monster can never get out. They watch it, Day and night. Til they feel they are the ones in the dark They shudder, and shake the feeling away They are doing what they must. There are spiders in the dark, Under the staircase They creep and crawl. A mouse nibbles on a bone. Dirt falls from the beams, As the walls rattle As she pounds to get out. The little girl, She huddles in a corner, Locked up tight, By her parents, The monsters above the staircase. Writing Challenge S words Constance La France 4/7/23