<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419944" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At the bottom of the Stairs</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They found her in the darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the bottom of the stairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had, for some time, lived alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">-three days she had lain there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her skin was clammy to the touch, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">pulse irregular and weak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In and out of consciousness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’d drift, but could not speak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The nine eleven call was made</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the paramedics. arrived</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hours later we got the call: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Granny Jo had not survived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’m staying at her house now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we sort things out for sale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’ve kept busy painting rooms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I’ve installed a new hand rail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some strange things have been happening; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my cat hissing at unseen specters.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of whom I'm unaware.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a door that opens of itself</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a slowly rocking chair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At night this old house whispers and moans, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pipes bang and stair treads creak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Especially on a rainy night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I find it hard to sleep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Staying here at night alone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s one place I won’t go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I avoid the basement steps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where Dad found Granny Jo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometime when I pass that door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear faint muttering there</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evil waits in the darkness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the bottom of the stairs….</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419944" data-title="At the bottom of the Stairs de John F. McCullagh" data-description="They found her in the darkness at the bottom of the stairs She had, for some time, lived alone -three days she had lain there. Her skin was clammy to the touch, pulse irregular and weak. In and out of consciousness She’d drift, but could..."></div> </div> </div>

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