That Special Home Within all of Us.

 My name is Zackary, maybe Tyler, I forgot not that it matters.

 Let me give you the tour, in this soul I hate to think of as my home, there are two hundred corners, all of them dark of course. Nine dead bodies, I hardly remember the people thay used to be but I just can't let them go. The pet cemetery is in the back, that is actually where my parents' marriage was buried too many years ago with any number of animals who never lived long enough to be rememberd. As I am sure you can see the floors buckle like my mother's knees and my father's constitution. The walls are bare, there used to be pictures up there but all memories are bad now. There is no need to show you the kitchen there has never been anything in there. The basement is where the monstres live, you know your run of the mill ones: bogeymen and actual people, nothing you don't have in your basement. Upstairs there are a lot of hiding places: closets, beds, piles of dirty clothe, well you know how to hide, but you should choose carefully you may be in one for a few days. It's not as bad as it sounds, atleast not when you know what the alternitive is. Lastly is the attic, but naturally you can't go up there, thats where I store my anxieties, and well, there isn't much room for anything else.

 Thanks for visiting I will look forward to your return.