April 7, 2015

“What was beneath the door gobbled the food. We heard the chewing, the crunching. The plate slipped along the slit of door, moving to the left, then to the right. What was behind the door pushed the plate out the slit, then pulled it back in. We held our breaths and waited for the hand to be revealed. But the hidden thing would not be unveiled. It kept its body out of sight. It did not matter how we squinted. We saw nothing. We heard what was there but there was not even a foot to view. The plate clanged against the landing, then pushed out the slit again. The plastic dish had no food left. It was licked clean. The staircase creaked again. The steps moved away from us.”


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