VISUAL PROMPT
by Michael Dziedzic @ Unsplash

Create a story around who owns this key, or what it opens.
The Basement Key
The key sat near the garbage bags,
Half-buried in damp leaves,
It’s metal slick with something dark.
I shouldn’t have picked it up.
It was heavier than it should be,
As if it had been waiting,
As if it had a purpose.
I walked around my house to see which keyhole it fit in,
But none took the key.
Then I remembered,
“The basement.”
The basement door was locked.
I had never seen a keyhole before.
Had it always been there?
Had I just never looked close enough?
The key fit perfectly.
The door groaned open,
Air curling up the stairs like breath,
Damp, sour, and old.
A single light flickered below.
I stepped down.
The walls were wet.
The floor sighed beneath me.
A shape moved in the dark,
Something shifting against the concrete,
Dragging itself closer.
I turned to run-
But the door was already shut.
The key, gone.
The flickering light buzzed off.
And in the dark, something else was breathing.