In the house where i grew up, we had a dark basement, that I'm sure would

cause even Batman goosebumps.

The stairs down there were covered with a light bordeaux, wall-to-wall-carpet, old and ragged.

Going down, you would have a wall made out of wooden planks, with a space of 15 centimeter between them, on your left.
On your right was a white wall, a blue owl, made out of porcelain, hung on it.

From my room, where my bed was placed, I could see this owl perfectly. Which of course led to terrible nights where i would wake up and feel the eyes of the Owl penetrate my very soul.

I can't recall ever stumbling down these stairs, which I'm pretty sure I have, regarding my motility.

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