The Cellar

Cobwebs hang in the dark recesses of the cellar. Water drips from broken pipes, Collecting in puddles on the concrete floor. I hide behind the cracked and broken table As my pursuer relentlessly searches for me. Tap tap tap. His feet pace the floor And then suddenly the tapping stops. I can sense his evil intentions As he tries to locate my hiding place. Minutes seem to last days. My heart beats loudly in my chest. Sweat drips from my brow. The fear is unbearable. But then he leaves. I creep slowly from my safe haven Praying that he will not return. No sounds can be heard Except the still dripping pipes. But just as I reach the stone steps to freedom. My worst fear is realised. My nemesis has returned. But as I look at him face to face. Behold I am that very man.