Here I sit with my dogs at my feet. My knees pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped tightly around them. I’m in the basement and I’m home alone. Just my two little schnauzers and me all alone in the basement. We are alone, well we are the only living ones in the house at least. I can see the dogs looking up at the ceiling, the floor above us. I can’t get myself to look up. I can hear them. I can hear them running across the floor above me. Back and forth, over and over. I just wish they would stop. I want to go back upstairs but I can’t. I don’t know who is up there but it isn’t my family. I’m alone in this house.