If you look up before you get the light on, It will be there. The Thing. The terrible Thing waiting at the top of the stairs.
So run, blind; don't look.
I leave you now at the bottom of your own stair, at half after midnight, with a pad, a pen, and a list to be made. Conjure the nouns, over the secret self, taste the darkness. Your own Thing
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