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.

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