July 24, 2015

“I hid in a little room beneath the stairs. It was a cramped room, the way I liked my rooms, tight spaces with four walls and only one way out. The room was rarely used. The man often forgot that the room existed at all. He rarely went downstairs and so any spare rooms in that subterranean dark were barely given a thought. I had a lock to put on the door latch. The rule of the house stated that who so locked a door was given ownership over the corresponding room. I had the lock and therefore, the room was mine.”


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