Word of the Day - Belief

I believe that this place is alive. Not alive the way you might think of alive – moving and breathing, but alive inside, the way I am when I’m sleeping, or playing dead. This place is alive on the inside, the hidden eccentricities set loose by the fall of night – the shadows that don’t quite match. The footsteps that echo and the bangs and clashes around above my head, in an upstairs that probably, technically doesn’t exist. We went looking for it, and all we found were stairs that ended far short of a destination we still believe exists.