MY GRANDMOTHER’S BASEMENT
It is my least favourite room in my grandmother’s house perhaps the most dreaded room in the house; the basement. Constructed in the early 1970s, my grandmother’s house boldly stands on the Leeward side of Mt Kenya in the outskirts of Nanyuki. The faded iron sheets that crown the house shine brightly as they reflect the sun’s rays meanwhile; beneath the main floor of the house is the sinister room.
A flight of old creaky wooden stairs lead to the creepy underground room which shadows my mind with dark and eerie thoughts. The door is brown and faded with a crack cutting diagonally through its length. The dark musty room has grey walls covered in thick layers of cobwebs and houses spiders, lizards and possibly bats. It is filled with many unused items that have been piling up since the 1970s.
A broken grand piano sits crookedly at the centre of the room covered in over twenty years of accumulated dust. Two bookshelves stand on either side of the walls filled with books dating back to the colonial period. Scattered all over the dusty unpolished floorboard, are numerous stacks of boxes containing both known and unknown items that belonged to my late grandfather. It is believed that his spirit lingers in there and that is why it has been untouched for a long time.
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