CWTF VII - Boo Radley

Door creaks open painfully slow
Is anybody home?
An apparition of his mother's basement
Haunting the space between the brick walls
Something stirs in a damp corner
Next to the musty mattress
Untrusting eyes scatter across your face
Poignant feeling rises from the pit of your stomach 
It's good to take you in
You've been dead since twelfth grade