If You Think You are Lonely, Think Again.

A girl sits in her room and combs her hair.

In a lonely room with nothing but her image in a mirror and

A sad depressed stare.

Her parents are leaving soon to go on a dinner date.

“Just order some pizza, don’t stay up too late.”

She waits till they leave, and all that can be heard is a distant vehicle hum.

A weird, demented smile forms onto her lips,

“They must think I’m dumb.”

She goes to the basement, that’s where it lives

A weird strange creature, behind a closet door, who needs all your attention,

So she gives and gives.

Growing stronger and more demanding, this dark entity is not one bit understanding.

Keeping it locked up, it grows angry from loneliness, and it hates being dismissed.

Its invisible clenched hands sometimes wrap around her neck, so she won’t forget it exist.

She can’t have it in the open or her parents would notice.

As angry and violent as it is, it cures her loneliness.

So when her parents go out on their dinner dates,

She goes down to the basement, where her dark friend awaits.

It’s grown tired of waiting, loud banging on the closet door.

She can tell it’s angry, it’s shaking the basement floors.

“Where have you been…” it hissed at her.

“I can’t come down here when they are here, they would banish you altogether.”

“Is that so?” It answered back.

She answers him, “Yes, now please let’s forget about that.”

That whole night they sat and laughed and talked, this is how she copes.

When it’s not angry, it will be humorous and uplifts her hopes.

The next morning her parents came back, they found her sleeping by the basement closet

Slightly perplexed, they didn’t pay too much mind, and whisked her up the stairs.

Unaware her parents are, about the dark entity who is angry and doesn’t want to share.

Her parents place her in the bed, give her a kiss.

The house becomes deathly cold, they don’t know what to make of this.

Singular clenched hands wrap around their innocent necks.

Because they never knew about her dark friend, and a relationship that was rather complex.

She then wakes up an hour later, happy from last night.

Her hands clasped around her mouth, her dead parents leave her in shock, at the ghastly sight.

“What have you done!?!” her eyes are in tears.

“Now you won’t have to worry about them finding me, gone are the worst of your fears.”

“I never said I wanted them gone, now I really am alone.”

“You should have thought about that before you conjured me up, you had your parents, you were selfish to think you were on your own.”

Hands clasp around her neck and take her down to the dark basement closet.

“If you didn’t want them gone, you should have been more honest.”

Her eyes in terror, makeshift hands close in tighter on her jugular vein.

It takes her with it into the darkness, as she screams in pain.

The screams grow to a whisper, then falls silent.

The closet door locks, the whole house eerily quiet.

Until the next victim comes along, with sadness from isolation they can’t seem to contain.

It makes a home in the basement, craving to be acknowledged, not wanting to be constrained.

This isn’t the sort of friend you would want to entertain.

The ultimate price your life when it becomes jealous, growing rather violent and insane.

It waits for you, lurks in the basement closet or its shadows, try not to complain.

If you think you are lonely, think again.