Sunlight seeping through the cracks
A decaying body, with no trails or tracks
In the basement, with a creaky floor
Up the stairs is a wooden door

Behind the door? I don't know
It's all a mystery that silently glows
Outside the dark room, creaking footsteps come past
But never come in, and never really last

I record all that happens here
In fact I've been here for about a year
Long before me, the body appeared...