like most everyone,
i let you in my doors.
i let you look around
standing in the entryway with many beside you.
as time past,
you moved deeper in my home,
and became more comfortable.
you approached the darkend stairs,
and i let you acend.
you noticed that thier were many fewer people up here,
and it was colder.
gloomy paintings covered the walls
but you continued to walk,
and stoping you never crossed my mind.
approaching the end of the hall
you noticed you were alone,
and the walls were empty,
with the exception of one worn painting,
that sent a chill down your spine.
but i let you continue,
and creaked open the door.
you came inside to find absoluty nothing.
you tryed to make yourself at home, 
but you couldent.
i dident want this room to be empty anymore
but you left before i could stop you.
you ran down the hall,
past the paintings,
down the stairs,
pushing thru everyone and everything,
and ran out the door.
reminding me of why my room was empty in the first place.