Ghost/basement

you had been down here in your fathers basement your entire life, but it was all you had ever remembered.

the tiny kitchen, and a small bedroom which was connected with a makeshift bathroom, was what you had grown up in, with your father, simon riley, the only human you had ever interacted with, as he visited the cellar every once in awhile, bringing food and spending time with you.

as you heard the door to the cellar open up, you quickly glanced out of your bedroom door, as you saw your father’s tall frame gazing down at you back, setting the bag down on the on the table in the kitchen

“hey baby.”

he mumbled quietly as he sat down in one of the chairs, pulling a food box out of the bag and keeping his eyes on you.