Chapter twelve

I climb down the rickety wooden stairs and they give way to cement and brick winding their way down to the basement. 

In this basement their was a feeling of real safety, a calm sanctuary,  a dependable sense of home. 

My foot hit the wooden floor and I smiled to myself inhaling the cold and dank air.  This catacomb had walls of a castle, string grey rock that provided the house a firm foundation. 

What made me happy was the solitude.  Down here I could be alone and happy like I always wanted without anyone breaking into my small space and energy and sucking me out of it.  No one would guess j was here or come looking for me. The grey walls provided great company and soon I was afraid I would start taking to the walls. 

However I was wrong.  Because the devil always squeezes themselves into cracks inoder to get through to a person. 

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